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About San Jose

Look, I ain’t sayin’ it’s cool—naw, it’s gritty. Streets smell like piss, danger’s real—knives, pimps, the works. But somethin’ wild hapened once—met this chick, sassy as hell, quoted Shakespeare! “To be or not,” she says, laughin’. I’m like—whaaat? Nearly fell over—smartest hooker ever. Made me happy, man—little surprises like that.

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So yeah, my friend, if you ever swing by, wander the surprising lanes. Get lost on Crescent Drive or linger too long near that old red mailbox—seriously, it’s like a relic with a story. I might have lost count of how many times I've felt the pulse of this town in my veins. It’s maddening, thrilling, and downright mysterious—like you're in a wuxia dream where every moment is poetry in motion.

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