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About San Jose

So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

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Downtown? Damn near a maze. Ever heard of Main & Jackson? Yeah, that’s where the bleak coffeehouse "Bleak Brews" sits. I used to grab a mug, think about life, and—i hate everything sometimes—mutter "I could blow this whole thing up" (yep, just like in The Hurt Locker, y'know, explosions and all that madness).

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