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About San Jose

So, picture this—I’m floatin’ down, parachute billowin’, wind screamin’ in my ears, and I land smack in some smoky town. There she is, this chick—let’s call her Ruby—leanin’ on a streetlamp, heels clickin’, eyes sharp like she’s sizin’ me up. “Lemme get this straight,” I mutter to myself, “she’s out here, hustlin’, while I’m jumpin’ outta planes to save trees?” Crazy, right? But Ruby, man—she’s got guts. Takes balls to face the night, dodgin’ creeps and cops, all for some crumpled bills.

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People here be quirky. The locals, they’re a mix of artsy freaks and heart-throb eccentrics. I get all kinds of stories in my sessions. I scribble notes in my secret diary. Yeah, real juicy stuff that makes me laugh and cry. Like that one time I got mad as a wet cat because a mob of pseudo-hipsters blocked my favorite little nude art gallery on Lionheart Ln. "Stupid, fat hobbit!" I roared. They weren’t listening to my passion, see?

A bridge to somewhere? $9 million price tag for pedestrian overpass into Busse Woods