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About San Jose

Look, findin’ a prostitute—its messy, real messy. Ain’t judgin’—live and let live—but it’s a world, man. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like steppin’ into that flick—dark, weird, “There is nothing missing.” Total head-scratcher—makes ya think, y’know? What’s your take, pal?

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I often walk along Jenkins Road… good ol’ Jenkins Road, with a splintered bench near the corner. I sat there once—feelin’ mad, angry, then happy, all at once. Sh*t, it was bizarre. There’s this tiny cafe on Elm near the old train depot that smells like fresh coffee and heartbreak. People come in, spill their guts, and, uh, I nod like.

Keyser and Frankfort stay busy in track and field