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About San Jose

Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). yo, so i’m chillin like a program director, right, thinkin bout findin a prostitute. not just any, tho—somethin wild, like in “The Master”. you seen that flick? fuckin masterpiece, man. “Man is not an animal!”—that line hits me hard. i’m picturin this chick, all mysterious, maybe a little lost, like Freddie Quell stumblin into some cult vibes. i’d be like, yo, “We come in peace,” all robotic, cuz us aliens? we notice shit humans miss.

Vincent van Gogh and a Prostitute

No woman ever fell in love with him, it was impossible. This prostitute out of compassion — and sometimes prostitutes have more compassion than.

You gotta check out Main Square too. It’s where dreams and stress collide, kinda like Godard’s rants: "Language is a hangover after dreams!" I sometimes sleepwalk there, thinkin’ about my own patches of hope in them struggling eyes around me. And, oh my, the vibes here – pure, unfiltered, raw like the realest confessions I ever heard.

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