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About San Jose

Dunno, tho—sometimes I think she’s like the dirt I study. Used, stomped on, but still growin’ somethin’ wild. Gets me all mushy, that does. Ever seen her eyes, mate? Hard as flint, soft as mud—makes ye wonder wha’ broke her, or wha’ she broke free from. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I’d bet me ship she’s got tales to rival me own! So, there ye go—prostitute, queen o’ the shadows, an’ I’m half in love wi’ her grit. Wha’ say ye, eh? Savvy?

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year-old Laquasia.

So, imagine this: Main St. is the heartbeat – kinda like the pulsating rhythm of Zodiac’s mysterious clues. Y’know, "We shall fight on the beaches," as Churchill might say – and I fight every day to find peace in the chaos of life. Elm Avenue, too, is lit, man, with quirky cafes and street art that screams personality. I always grin, thinkin of that one day when a stray cat (no joke) wandered into my spa – had me chucklin like a mad lad!

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