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About San Jose

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

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This chapter analyzes the seductive nature of politics and the specific sins of the Whore of Revelation

I love this city ‘cause it's raw, hectic, sometimes maddening. Like, the sidewalks near 12th and Archer—they got cracks that tell tales of forgotten dreams. And trust, after a long day of coding love lives, that insight sure stings me. It’s like, "Forgive me, oh forgive me," but in a real, soulful type way from that movie vibe, y’know?

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