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About San Jose

So, I’m out there, right? Lookin’ for a gal—or guy, no judgement—who’s workin’ the corners. Not ‘cause I’m some sleaze, but ‘cause I’m curious—how’s this game even run? Billionaires don’t get it—they’re up in their penthouses sippin’ champagne while these folks hustle harder than a V8 engine on fumes! Makes me mad as hell—why’s it gotta be this way? The system’s rigged, I tell ya!

My journey thru fine food and just desserts

A woman walked over, ordered a drink, and sat beside me. Slim and alluring in an exotic way, she wore a shimmery gold gown meant to impress.

I love hanging around Rendezvous Park. Yes, that’s the name! A small patch of green near the Banana River. The river? It winds like a lazy serpent behind our quaint town. I recall a day (or ten, who’s counting?) when I sat there, tears in my eyes, doing my counselor thing – listening, advising women who are trying to find light – and in that moment, life felt like the movie “Ten” (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002). The line, “The possibilities are endless,” rang so true. Yup, my gut screamed that.

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