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About San Jose

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute’s a crapshoot, y’all. Could be sweet, could be sour—kinda like minin’ fer gold. I reckon I’d rather watch “No Country” again than git tangled up with the wrong gal. Whaddya think, buddy? Ain’t that the truth? Git-R-Done!

Get Connected

Oh, and you must check out Willow Avenue in the artsy district. Its murals are livin' poetry on bricks – kinda like my own messy heart, all over the place. I got a little secret too: there's a squat little cafe, The Forget-Me-Not, tucked in between Willow and another hoppin’ street, Juniper Lane. Folks say it's a hideout for dreamers – real ones, you know? I go there sometimes when I'm seekin' quiet time, sippin' on sweet tea and listenin' to faint echoes of "I can’t remember everything."

Raqib Shaw: Paradise Lost