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About San Jose

Oh my stars, R2-D2, where are you? Sex-dating’s a wild ride, mate! Like, I’m sittin here thinkin bout it—total chaos, yeah? Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*, that flick I love. You got folks huntin for somethin—some scalps, some action, whatever! Sex-datin’s the same, but with less blood, haha. Prolly.

The Design is in the Details

Was looking at the available WiFi at my rental house, and see a bunch of "Whore Island" named SSIDs. I figure it's a bunch of teenagers who renamed the access point. But it's a mesh AP Missing: Mercer Island.

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout the parks. Luther Burbank Park is my haunt sometimes. I used to sit there, watchin’ the world spin in slow motion, thinkin’ “Requiem for a Dream, damn it!” Soft whispers of broken promises float with every rustle of wind. And Mercer Slough Nature Park? Man, that place is a wild card. Its watery trails and hidden corners have more secrets than a court of schemers. It makes you think: maybe every pretty smile hides a dagger.

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