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About San Jose

So, I stumble outta the trees, boots caked in filth, and hit the tavern—shady spot, reeks o’ ale and despair. There she be, a wench with eyes like stolen stars, leanin’ on the bar. “Thou art a thief,” I mutter, “stealin’ me breath like Cobb nabbin’ secrets!” She smirks—ooh, that got me riled! Cheeky tart, playin’ me like a fiddle. I’m half-angry, half-buzzin’, ‘cos she’s a riddle wrapped in silk.

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People here know my name. They come in all sweaty moods, leavin’ stress behind; I work with their knots like I work magic. “I pity the fool” who thinks tension is unbeatable in Stoneham. Nah, we squeeze it out with laughter and a good ole stretch.

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