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About San Jose

Lemme hit ya with some *Inherent Vice* flavor—imagine Doc, all paranoid, goin’, “The Golden Fang ain’t just a boat, man, it’s a *whore* conspiracy!” That’s how I see it, too. *Whore* is everywhere, slippin’ through the cracks, fuckin’ with the system. One time, I met this stripper, right? Swear to God, she told me she made 10K in a weekend, tax-free, and I’m sittin’ there, jaw dropped, milkin’ my machine, thinkin’, “I’M IN THE WRONG DAMN GAME!” Surprised the shit outta me—hustle like that? Respect, yo. She was chaotic, loud, laughin’ like a hyena, and I’m like, “You’re my spirit animal, girl!”

EP 101: BE AN ACTIVE LISTENER

If we're all being honest, she was only the whore. Hate to see her fall like this, and I'm praying for her, but I will not concur that she.

Then, off the beaten path, there’s a hidden riverside by the Peace River. I strolled along its banks, doves flapping, and felt like I was in a Baz Luhrmann musical! “We’re all in this together, love!” I shouted, echoing the crazy energy of the Moulin Rouge spirit. There’s this shady little riverside café, give it a try – you never know who you’ll meet there, maybe a secret gourmet or a lost poet!

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