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About San Jose

Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

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Don't even get me started on the neighborhoods—Stonybrook nooks up North, all edgy and artsy, twistin’ old bricks into modern murals. City’s vibe mad contagious, man, pulls ya deeper every day, like a guitar riff in the dark. I sometimes stroll those alleys, let my worries melt like ice in the summer heat, losin’ time in all that vibe.

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