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About San Jose

One time, I saw this gal—red heels, torn fishnets, smokin’ a bent cig. Looked like she’d been cryin’. Made me sad as hell. Wanted to say, “You’re more than this, darlin’.” But who am I, huh? Just a dude with a voice like velvet. She’d prolly laugh, say, “Old man, I’m fine.” Ha! Tough as nails, that one.

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Blood on the sheets, mold in the shower, they only ever gave us one towel, no shampoo, 3 girls hooking out of the room next to ours, drug deals.

I must share a fave spot: the secret rooftop at The Rusty Nail on Vyne St. It’s rough and raw, with neon lights and a view. Call me strange, but sometimes I sit there, deep in my thoughts, muttering lines from Fury Road: “Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.” Pure poetry, right?

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