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About San Jose

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

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About ten years ago Pigtown was notorious for lots of street hookers. Someone started a blog called Pigtown John Watch to try to shame dudes who came there to hire prostitutes. Asking .

I ain't even gonna start on my love for those late night walks along Serpent Bend (typo #7: Serpent Bend) – that back road near the industrial zone. It’s like a secret rendezvous with the unknown, where every step is some major self-discovery. Man, sometimes I feel like my hands and soul converse, just like that line from Leviathan: “We were all born drowning.” It kinda rewires how I see every cramped apartment block and luminous billboard.

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