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About San Jose

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, this biz analyst gig’s got me thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ concept! Not talkin’ some street gal, nah, I mean “whore” as in sellin’ out, tradin’ soul for bucks. Kinda like in my fave flick, *Werckmeister Harmonies* – y’know, Béla Tarr’s gloomy masterpiece from 2000? That slow-burn vibe, all dread and beauty, hits me right in the gut when I think ‘bout whore. Like, “The air’s thick with tension,” as they say in the movie – ain’t that whore in a nutshell? Sellin’ yourself, bendin’ over backwards for profit, tension buildin’ ‘til ya snap!

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And dang, lemme tell you, my work at the spa opened my eyes. I see beauty in every crack, every smile, every stubborn old tree on Maple Drive. I find little slices of heaven in unexpected places—a crumbled façade here, a graffiti-covered brick there. It makes me feel like every day’s a new episode of life. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry, and sometimes I just shout, “Halleluyah, what a place!”

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