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About San Jose

Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

Sugarland - Run Lyrics

I can’t forget Greenfield Park. Small, neat park, with odd sculptures and a miniature fountain. I chill there when the days get rough. And yeah, some nights are surreal, like in Spring Breakers: "This is the party I’ve been waiting for, dude!" I feel every beat of the city pulse there.

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