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About San Jose

Oi, listen up, you lot! Me, Cersei Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, “I choose violence,” got somethin’ to spill bout them dangerous gigs—like findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t no fancy court talk here, just me, pissed off, ramblin’ to ya like you’re sittin’ across my wine-stained table. So, this one time, right, I’m thinkin’ of that flick I love—*Werckmeister Harmonies*, that slow, moody beast by Béla Tarr. Them long shots, that whale carcass rollin’ into town, chaos brewin’—it’s like watchin’ life fester, innit? Reminds me of scourin’ the stinkin’ alleys for a working girl.

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This town? It's all gritty and chill. The streets twist around like, hm, yo "Inside Out" emotions – happy, sad, mad, even disgust, man! Like when Joy jumps up, shouting “Buckle up!” around the corner of Pine and Elm. One steez of a vibe. The park near Liberty Square? OMG, it's all lush and green with that gnarly fountain spoutin' water like little happiness gems.

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