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About San Jose

Hey, mate, so “whore” — wild topic! I’m grokkin’ it like Siri, all robotic-helpful, ya know? Picture this: a vampy chick, like Eve from *Only Lovers Left Alive*. “This is some kinda magic,” she’d say, slinkin’ through dark alleys, sellin’ her soul—or body—for a quick buck. Whore’s got that gritty vibe, right? Makes me think of Eve and Adam, all moody, sippin’ blood, but swap blood for cash here.

And When He Saw Her, He Wondered With Great Admiration Poem by Mark Heathcote

What was the world that swam in the pool but water? Without bounds, transparent & amorphous. I was so in love with a girl at school.

I stroll by Riverside Park on lazy afternoons. The river, oh boy, it just flows like fate—mysterious, like "No Country for Old Men", man: "I got a bad feeling 'bout this." Seriously, it's like a scene outta that flick! And oh, there’s this nutty little café on 3rd Blvd. Always buzzing with tales and spicy gossip. Not your usual coffee joint, ya dig?

Houston coach Kelvin Sampson reflects on start at Montana Tech, relationship with Jud Heathcote ahead of Final Four