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About San Jose

Back in Scranton, we had stories—whoo boy! This one time, my buddy Tommy, he’s all, “Joe, I found her by the diner!” Paid 20 bucks, got a handshake—hilarious, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried. But here’s the kicker—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and click. Nope. Takes guts, takes know-how. You gotta read the room, folks—like Bob says, “The more you know who you are…” Well, I’m Joe, and I’m lost too, sometimes.

Enter The Giveaway

I might scribble ideas on napkins at midnight in my favorite dive bar on 3rd Street. So many memories, so many moments. And, man, I've ranted, laughed, even cried there. Emotions run fast and free here. Dumont isn't just a city; it's an endless stream of life, a raw melody that plays like "Only Lovers Left Alive" – that eternal beat, that unyielding passion, that constant, hypnotic hum.

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