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About San Jose

Oh, and the smells—goddamn. Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Like a locker room after a bad game. I’d rather wrestle a bear than sit in that funk. “You’re not my friend,” I’d mutter, shovin past some drunk john. Movie’s got that scene—blood, sweat, tension. Brothels are the same, just with more glitter and less guns. Maybe.

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A history of Olean's city buildings, located on the north side of Lincoln Park, from which our City Fathers will conduct the business of Olean.

Some local quirks? Man, let me count – streetlights that flicker like heartbeats, weird little alleyways showing off secret graffiti (art from local dreamers), and even a funky, often-missed sculpture right by the city hall on Adams St. Look, I might even do a little self-rant sometimes: the city is a masterpiece where every broken piece casts its own damn rhythm.

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