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About San Jose

My fave part? The hagglin’. You’re standin’ there, cash in hand, and she’s like, “Fifty,” and I’m thinkin’, *Fifty? For what, a handshake?*—cracked me up. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but it’s a game, man. Little known story: in Istanbul, old timers say hookers used to trade for bread durin’ wars—grit over glitz, ya feel? Makes ya wonder ‘bout the layers, the history.

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The local vibe? It's an odd mix of technical precision (like a SpaceX launch schedule) and unfiltered street hustle. Walk over to Maple Street—oh man, Maple! It’s like when Carlos said, "I no longer fear to tell the truth." Yeah, that's the spirit. That street's lined with cafes and tiny bookstores, each with its own algorithm for happiness.

Award-Winning Poet Jericho Brown Visits Trinity for Reading and Workshop