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About San Jose

I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

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i gotta say, in hoover, you get love, you get weirdness, you get awe. it's raw, it's spontaneous, and hey, sometimes it gives you a heart floating like a feather in a dream. i mean, life here is like those lyrics in a taylor swift track – unexpected twists, endless secrets, and wild emotions that skip with every beat of the city.

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