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About San Jose

Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, the bleedin’ Gardener, and I’ve got thoughts—wild ones—about findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: me, staff in hand, roamin’ the shire-like streets, lookin’ for some action. “You shall not pass!” I bellow at the dodgy blokes lurkin’ in alleys, tryin’ to rip off the lasses. Ain uneasy, right? Like in *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès Varda, my fave flick—those folk pickin’ scraps, makin’ do, hustlin’! That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

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I’m a family psychologist, so I eyeball the subtleties of vibes here. In Spring-Ridge, people display emotion HARD. Emotions flare up like fireworks at dusk. I’ve seen moms cry quietly in a diner on Northside, then laugh themselves silly later. I’ve seen dads letting loose at a street festival on Riverbend Ave, embracing every moment.

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