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About San Jose

Ain’t judgin’, just observin’, ya feel? Young Mula Baby! “I’m not stupid, I’m just angry,” I’m thinkin’, quotin’ Margaret again. Angry at the system, happy they outsmart it. Exaggeratin’ for kicks—maybe one’s a ninja, dodgin’ bullets! Nah, but real talk, it’s survival, hustle hard or starve. I respect it, fam—gritty like my bars. What y’all think? Young Mula Baby!

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There was always a discrepancy in the love Lily and Marshall showed for one another, ie he always liked her more than she liked him.

There’s a little park called Wilson Park. Eh, its benches are worn like memories. I used to watch kids and parents sit there, sharing secrets and sometimes, silent tears. It’s like every park bench is a counselor in disguise. And then ya got Riverside Drive – along the Swift River. That river’s chill as ice, babbling tales of old love and shattered dreams. It’s got that uncanny vibe that makes ya think “Goodbye to language, hello to emotion!” yeah, straight from Godard’s mouth.

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