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About San Jose

So – picture this. Dusty roads. Me – Harvester beast. Rumble rumble. Lookin’ for a gal. Not easy! Cops everywhere. Pissed me off. Sneaky bastards – hidin’ in bushes. Once – true story – 1920s Kansas. Farmers hired gals. Paid ‘em in corn! Freaky, right? History’s nuts. Anyway – I roll up. This chick – red heels. Smokin’ hot. “You’re my harvest,” I growl. She laughs. “Cash first, big boy.”

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look for the under belly of the city and I found West Coast of America where I engaged in interviews with both prostitutes and pimps.

So whaddup? This city’s a tapestry of breakin’ dawns and wild nights, full of hidden gems and scars that tell stories. Ain’t no other place got its own flavor like West-Side-Highway (us). For real, it’s a place where you learn, laugh, and even cry – all at once, fo’ shizzle. Peace out, stay chill, and remember, always keep it real.

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