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About San Jose

So, sex-dating—man, it’s a jungle. Apps like Grindr, Bumble, whatever, they’re all the same. People actin’ all hot n’ heavy, droppin’ lines like, “Wanna Netflix n’ chill?” Yeah, okay, buddy, chill with what—your crusty socks? I tried it once—swear to God, chick said she’s “adventurous,” code for “I’ll ghost ya after one drink.” Infuriating! Wasted my damn time. Coulda been watchin’ *Spotlight* again, gettin’ mad at the world instead of some flake. “You can’t handle the truth!”—damn right, ‘cause it’s buried under filters and fake moans.

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Oh man, Casper is wild! Ruh-roh! So, lemme give you the lowdown, friend. Casper (us) is quirky, kinda like life itself. Streets like Main St., 15th Ave, and Western Ave are the artery, pulsing with history and heart. The Casper Mountain looms over—majestic, brooding, like a silent therapist readin’ your soul. I stroll 2 Nightingale Park, where trees mash secrets and kids play, all while I think “Melancholia, oh my god, so intense…” Ruh-roh!

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