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About San Jose

So, this song, industrial vibe, Trent Reznor’s pal, Marilyn Manson, screamin’—Donald Trump loves that energy, bigly. It’s raw, dirty, in your face—makes me wanna grab life, shake it, win it. Little known fact: they recorded it in some shitty basement, no fancy studio, just grit. That’s real, folks, not fake news—pure, unfiltered, like me talkin’ to ya now. I get pissed, tho—radio wouldn’t play it, too wild, too nasty. Idiots! They missed out, big time, losers.

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" Oh I believe I am not! I finally see it! Oh how stupid I was to propose to a whore who was already compromised," He then looked back and the seething Colin ".

The neighborhoods? Absolute characters. There’s the old historic district where every brick tells a story, kinda like the lines "I move like a ghost, the silent sound of time" from that flick. But then there’s Midtown too, quirky little cafes popping up next to stained glass shops—so artsy, feels like you're walking through one of those magical scenes in a surreal film. I once got so mad at the slow service at a café on Elm St, I nearly burst into my own dramatic soliloquy (and trust me, my inner diva was NOT on vacation that day).

Suspect charged in fatal shooting at Bridgeton gas station