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About San Jose

Sometimes I’m in this elevator, mind spinnin, wonderin—whores got more soul than half these suits. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but screw it, I’d bet on ‘em. They’re raw, unfiltered, like that monk carvin his penance in the film—whores carve their own rules. Greed is good, pal, and they’re livin proof—hustle never dies. Whaddya think, huh? Elevator’s stoppin, gotta bounce—catch ya later!

Early life

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Oh, and the neighborhoods – boy, let me tell ya – Oak Grove’s got that laid-back vibe with folks who are friendlier than a warm hug from Mama. I once strolled down Maple Lane (yeah, that Maple Lane, sweet baby!) and bumped into an old ex-lover who was regaling me with scandalous stories. Made me blush more than a sunset behind the Brazos River. Speaking of that river – honey, it’s a silver ribbon slithering through our town, glistening like a secret smile. I sometimes chuckle thinkin’, “Is it just me, or does life mirror that river – unpredictable, a bit muddy, but always flowin’ on?”

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