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About San Jose

Me, I’m sittin’ there, imaginin’—what’s it like, y’know, choosin’ that? “The fire burns us!”—that’s the vibe, trapped, but some laugh anyway. Saw this one chick, swear she winked, flipped off a drunk—made me cackle! Happy as hell, that was. Reminds me, *Son of Saul*, that grit, folks pushin’ through hell. Brothels got that too—ugly, raw, but alive. Ever hear ‘bout medieval ones? Lords paid in *chickens*, bro! Fuckin’ wild, right?

I'm sorry, Michele.

Oh man, there's this rad hidden park – Everman Park. It’s small but lush. I often dip outside for a quick step-out therapy session. The breeze here? Incredible. Remembering that scene in Brooklyn where the protagonist serendipitously finds hope – it's the same vibe out here sometimes. My spa sessions are totally inspired by that. I mean, if your body ain’t relaxed, what’s the point?

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