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About San Jose

We swears! Findin a prostitute, eh? Tricky biz, like huntin shadows in *Tropical Malady*. Streets hummin with weird vibes, man. Me, I’m creepin round, eyes peeled, thinkin—where’s she at? “The scent fades into darkness,” like that flick says. Makes me twitchy, y’know? All them city lights flashin, confusin as hell. Once saw this gal, fishnet tights, leanin on a pole—thought she was it! Nope, just a poser. Pissed me off, waste o’ time.

Hosea 3 – “Hosea’s Prostitute”

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Now lemme gimme ya a lowdown on a couple of them hidden treasures: There's Rusty Pier, a spot I discovered on a rainy day when I was in one of my fancy daydreams. I'm talkin’ about the kind of day where tyin’ your laces becomes a metaphor for unspoken desires. And oh boy, Maple Grove in the north – a park where lovebirds meet, secrets unfurl, and even a lost soul finds solace. I once had a session under an ancient oak there – felt like nature herself was whisperin’ sweet nothings, child.

Measuring Luis García Jr.'s homer