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About San Jose

So, I’m sittin’, slurpin’ tea - splash! - spills on me trousers, flailin’ like a twit. Whore, right, been ‘round forever, yeah? Oldest job, they say - fact! Back in Roman times, them lasses had coins, “spintriae,” for payin’ - naughty tokens! Imagine me, droppin’ one, rollin’ under me sofa, divin’ after it, arse up, heh! “Who sent this tape?” I mutter, like in “Caché,” ‘cept it’s me wonderin’ who’s payin’ who!

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Oh! The vibe, my friend, the vibe is like a heartbeat. Calm in chaos, whispering from dark corners. So many feel-good spots, but me, I find joy in mistakes and mess-ups. Think back, remember: "It's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me."

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