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About San Jose

I reckon it’s bloody brilliant—happy vibes all round. Had me a go once, right? Some lass in Lys—gods, those hands! Slidin’ like silk, tension meltin’ away, I was half-pissed on wine, thinkin’, “This beats a battlefield.” But—here’s the kicker—it’s not all roses. Some twits think it’s a free pass to a brothel. Pissed me off, that. It’s art, ya dolts, not a quick shag! Skill’s in the tease, the buildup—like when Samantha in *Her* says, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours.” That’s the vibe—close, but untouchable.

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I was gonna be a bit of a fame whore but the picture came out looking like a brother and sister that got a day pass from a mental hospital.

Strolling further, you can’t miss the little park at 3rd & Elm. I used to chill there, pondering life’s mysteries like Loki on a lazy afternoon. The benches there have heard all sorts of secrets. The trees? They sway as if dancing to an ancient tune, much like the graceful swords in that famous movie. “I am burdened with glorious purpose.” – ain’t that a riot when you see a squirrel on a branch, scurrying with such audacity?

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