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About San Jose

So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

Brooke Shields was just a child when she became famous

Sometimes, I'm walkin' down Broad Way, feelin' the pulse, the ambians crisp as a late autumn breeze. Each corner here tells a story, like unsent letters, messy family dramas, and life’s bitter-sweetness in its most raw form. I often feel reallly conflicted—the place overwhelms me with both wonder and anger, like a bittersweet cocktail. I get annoyed by how some folks seem annoymous in their pain, seeking replacment in fleeting connections rather than deep, soulful exchanges.

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