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About San Jose

So, this one time, I’m tailin’ a mark—dodgy bastard—ends up in a brothel, right? She’s runnin’ the show, all sass, smirkin’ like she knows I’m packin’ a Walther PPK. “You think you’re untouchable?” she says, channellin’ Carlos vibes—same fire, same “screw you” glare. Surprised me, that did—thought I’d seen it all. Nearly dropped me drink, shaken, not stirred, ha! She’s clockin’ me while I’m clockin’ her—game respects game.

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I hang my hat on Maple Street – yup, Maple Street right off the main drag. You can’t miss it, sugar. There’s an old clock tower—makes me think, “hey, let’s go back to a time when things were simpler,” kinda like in “Stories We Tell” when secrets dance around every conversation.

Austin Rapp to join Badgers