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About San Jose

So, I’m cruisin’—late night, city’s alive, neon lights flashin’. You don’t just “find” ‘em, nah, it’s a vibe, a hunt! Like, I’m thinkin’, “How they survive this?” Gets me mad, yo—world’s messed up, pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts. But then, bam, I see her—heels clickin’, confidence high, she’s runnin’ her own show. “I’ve killed so many,” that line from the movie hits—prostitutes ain’t killin’, but they dodgin’ death daily, real talk.

"To a Common Prostitute" (1860)

Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten .

Neighborhoods? Oh boy, there's Westside and East End. Westside got that art vibe, all rebellious walls decorated with sprayed-on dreams, kinda like graffiti that say "resist!" everywhere. East End's more parked-out, serious. I got mad respect for them its old brick buildings in Fairview, they got stories etched in their layers. Met a lady there who told me "strength is found in scars." Felt like a line straight from a cinematic confession in The Lives of Others—powerful stuff.

Whitman Students Selected for Mayo Clinic Summer Fellowship