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About San Jose

D’oh! They got guts, man! Walkin’ streets, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps—takes balls bigger than mine after a donut binge. Fun fact: back in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out—crazy, right? Imagine that, a chick rockin’ a wig, struttin’ like, “Hey, sailor, wanna party?” Makes me chuckle, heh! But then—BAM—gets me mad too. Society’s all, “Oh, they’re trash,” and I’m like, screw that! Who’s judgin’? Not me, pal!

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On I, sandwiched between Winnemucca and Elko, each with four operating brothels, sits the little town of Battle Mountain.

Oh btw, lemme tell you abt Haskell Park – it's our refuge. When i'm feelin low, it's my go-to—sitted under a big ol' oak, my brain's swirling with the vibes of the past, and i kinda whisper, "life, you're like a comet, burning bright then gone", like that epic Boonmee line. And then there's the Humboldt River, flowin' near the eastern bit of town. Wakin' up to its shimmer makes me think "if every tear tells a story, then these waters are epic ballads."

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