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About San Jose

I pull up near the old gas station—shady spot, y’all. This gal’s standin’ there, red heels, smokin’ a cig. I’m thinkin’, “She’s bold, I’m bold—match made!” I roll down my window, all cool, and she’s like, “Hey, tractor lady, you lost?” I’m dyin’ laughin’—lost? Me? Never! I say, “Naw, just curious, girl!” She smirks, tosses her hair, and I’m like, wow, she’s got *Timbuktu* vibes—untamed, fierce, y’know? “The desert hides its secrets,” like the movie says.

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Margate feels raw and real. Every corner whispers a secret. Every park bench holds a story. I cherish these moments. I'm a psychologist, so I savor every sign of connection – even when it's flawed. "I drink your milkshake" – down to the last drop of human connection, ya feel me?

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