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About San Jose

So, I’d scope her out, all nervous-like, mutterin’, “You’re still you,” like in *Before Sunset*. Total sap move, but it’d slip out—Homer’s heart’s big, ya know? She’d prolly laugh, say, “Twenty bucks, tubby.” Fair. I’d be sweatin’, thinkin’ bout Marge catchin’ me—ooh, that’d be a paddlin’! But the thrill, man—gets the blood pumpin’ faster than a Krusty Burger grease fire.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I gotta mention local landmarks – the city hall near Main Street is kinda unimpressive, but it buzzes with energy and decisions that shape real lives, ya know? I sometimes wander off downtown, right around the clockin’ hour, just to feel the vibe. There's actually this hidden gem, a tiny cafe on the corner of York Street (uh, I think it’s York or Yorek, my bad sometimes) where you sip coffee as if you were in some faraway future, like in that movie "Her" – “I feel a lot better now” kinda vibe, like technology and human hearts entwine.

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