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About San Jose

So, picture this – I’m cruisin’ in my Aston Martin, eyes peeled for a lead. Reminds me of *Margaret* – that film’s chaos, man, pure madness! Lisa screamin’, “I’m not a monster!” – that’s me, tryna figure this out without losin’ my cool. Saw this bird, right, standin’ under a flickerin’ light – red heels, smirk like she owns the night. Asked her, “What’s the draw, love?” She goes, “Money’s quick, no boss breathin’ down my neck.” Shook me up – no bloody paperwork, just raw hustle! Shaken, not stirred, yeah?

> Anaheim Hookers

The streets on University Ave? Absolute madness. All those bright, cheerful buildings? Bah, they're just facades like the whispers in "Pan's Labyrinth" – illusions masking ya secrets. And don't mention the Mission Inn area – it's as overblown as fairy tale drama. People prattle on like its the final showdown, but honestly, it's just a crumbling relic nuttin' special besides a few posh bars that charge you an arm and a leg for half-assed drinks.

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