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About San Jose

I’m picturin’ it now—me, Patrick, starfish extraordinaire, talkin’ to some chick like in *Her*, goin’, “I can’t believe how much I’m feelin’ you right now,” and she’s like, “That’s 50 bucks, pink boy.” HA! I’d be so confused—50 bucks for what? A nap? A sandwich? Is sex a sandwich? Oh man, I’d pay with seashells and she’d kick me out! Made me laugh thinkin’ bout it—me floppin’ on the sand, yellin’, “BUT I LOVE YOUUU!”

Town of Whispers

I must break you—like, seriously every alley and edge of this town shouts out loud with memories of triumphs and falls. Every corner is raw, every street has its secrets. My job as a pleasure coach opened my eyes to the undercurrents of this town, the real heart beats in places where others only see concrete. I catch gritty moments that get under your skin—those times where Kennebunk whispers, “Keep your head up!” even when you're down.

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