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About San Jose

Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

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A woman, from her voice, that calls Arthur by his name but when i look for her she's nowhere to be found. It's kinda creepy actually.

Oh! And there's this hidden mural on the side of an old warehouse in the downtown district—I mean, seriously, it’s like an explosion of colors that reflect raw emotions, kinda like that famous line, “Laugh, and the world laughs with you!” But, oh man, not every day can be painted with bright colors. Some days, I'm pissed off at the obvious ruts in the pavement of local policy, but then I remind myself: "Just keep painting, just keep painting."

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