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About San Jose

What gets me? The smell—sweat, perfume, desperation. Sticks in your nose like bad borscht. Happy? Nah, not my scene—too messy, too human. Surprised me tho, how some girls ran the show, not the pimps. Power’s where you least expect it, da? Like in *Almost Famous*, “I am a golden god!”—screamin’ it, but they’re still sellin’ themselves cheap.

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I can’t forget the nightlife! The Alley Jam on Jazz Street is wild. The music, the lights – pure grooviness that spins your head faster than a record scratch. Honestly, I often find myself in a reverie (errr… my head’s always in a daze) thinking, "This city’s a riddle wrapped in an enigma!" But, ya know, that's the beauty of Alderwood-Manor (us). Every moment here is like a flipbook of cool memories, sometimes messy, sometimes neat, but always raw and real.

Looking back: School buses in Edmonds School District No. 15