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About San Jose

But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

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Personal talk: I get mad when ppl trash the beauty, ya know? It's so disheartening. Yet the city surprises, makes me happy every day. I often reflect on Certified Copy, where existence and reality blur. “We are the masters of nothing!” echoes in my head, like a mantra.

Broward office building could be developed with apartments