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About San Jose

Here’s the kicker—gas tank’s tiny, 4 gallons! Pissed me off—Tommy’d stop every damn hour. “C’mon, man!” I’d holler. But, lordy, that inline hum? Happy as a clam, I was, just hearin’ it. Surprised me too—thought it’d be clunky, old-school. Nope! Smooth like butter, even now, ‘25, guys still hunt ‘em down. Saw one on X last week—cherry red, $10k! “Righteous!” I yelled—Marlin’d approve, savin’ Nemo cash.

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Nothing gets gossip registers ringing as much as some celebrity mumbo-jumbo between the sheets. And, no matter how much of fodder gossip like this provides, very often, these .

The neighbourhoods vary, ya get me? West End’s got those cobblestone streets, quiet, proper mad for reflective walks. East End’s more vibrant, all neon signs and late-night diners where stories fly faster than a boxer in the ring. Once, I gave a bangin’ massage in East End, and the client dropped that iconic line from Oldboy – “I live in a world where action speaks louder than words!” – proper epic, innit?

Letter: After 4 decades, city’s ‘high-floor bus’ retires