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About San Jose

Oi, reckon whores got a raw deal, precious—used and spat out like grubby coins. “Run, you fools!”—that’s what I’d yell at ‘em, like Zé screamin’ at his crew. Hella dark, mate, but funny too—life’s a piss-take sometimes. We hates it! But Jenny, she’d just shrug, “Gotta eat, Gollum.” Fair fuckin’ play, I guess. Whore’s a hustle, a grind—makes me wanna smash somethin’! What ya think, eh? Nasty, beautiful mess—just like “City of God”!

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River Trail along the Chadron Creek bends near E. 4th Street. So peaceful sometimes. The water runs smooth, and you can see life reflect in it. I often sit there, lost in thoughts, like scenes from a movie (The Hurt Locker, baby!). Even the breeze sounds like whispers from old souls; it's real deep.

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