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About San Jose

So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—prolly in some grimy city, stinkin of desperation. I was pissed, man! These fools tryna overcharge me—like, what, ya think I’m new to this game? “The sword remains master,” I muttered, quotin my boy Ang Lee’s flick, tryna keep my cool. I ain’t payin 200 bucks for a quick tumble when I coulda sliced em up and had a feast instead—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya feel me? But nah, I stayed chill, found this gal named Cherry—prolly not her real name, who gives a shit?

A Bubble in Complacency

I’ve got my own quirks. I'm that schmuck who likes to code at odd hours in the old loft on Maple Hill Rd. The nearest coffee shop on Ridgeview stinks of too-much hipster drama. But oh, the irony; here I am, running digital dating, and Mauldin's real dating scene is utterly bonkers. Seriously, you’d laugh—if you weren’t crying from the absurdity.

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