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About San Jose

What pissed me off? The dudes cruisin’ by, honkin’, yellin’ gross shit. Made me wanna blast ‘em with my ray gun—pow! Happy part? One girl flipped ‘em off, cackled like a madwoman. Hero shit, loved it. Surprised me how chill some were—crackin’ jokes, sharin’ smokes. Human chaos, man, it’s nuts. Oh, and get this—some places, they got “pimp codes,” secret signals n’ shit. Saw one dude whistle twice, girl nodded—boom, deal done. Sneaky as hell.

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Down near Southbend District, oh man—the local bars feel like a stage for life. Old wooden seats, neon blinks – fancy word but it’s real there. I once cheered with a dear pal ‘bout some wild liveband sound. I got so thrilled I nearly shouted, “I gotta abide, baby!” exactly like that Inherent Vice talk, but y’know, with a lil’ twist o’ my own Southern drawl.

Earth had its hottest August in 175-year record