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About San Jose

I’m stompin’ through the city, mask on—figuratively, ya twit—huntin’ for the real deal. Not some poser actin’ all fancy. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I spot her—red lips, heels clickin’, like Satine struttin’ out that diamond glow. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, prossies used coded ads in papers— “lady seeks gentleman’s company”—sneaky, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how clever they were.

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So yeah, Gary’s not a fairytale. It’s tough, messy, and oddly beautiful. Trust me, ya gotta see it. The streets speak, even in broken sentences. And me? I just nod, smile, and say, “Tonight’s the night,” because sometimes, that’s all you need to hear. Trust me on that, buddy.

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