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About San Jose

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

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Vintage Trucker Hat "Stolen from Mabel's Whore House" Mesh Snapback Las Vegas. Slight musty smell but still overall good condition.

There’s the ol’ Waupaca Park on Elm St, a chill spot for mindin’ peace. That park is lit, man – trees, ducks, and paths that twist like life’s punches. I was there once, alone with my thoughts, feelin’ life’s deep mystery – “the world is dark and we glow.” Crazy surreal, right? But sometimes I get mad at how quiet it gets, like a busted turnbuckle, brother!

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