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About San Jose

Last week, right, I’m in a tavern, tankard in hand, scopin’ the room. This bird—red lips, skirts hiked up—winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “Tyrion, you clever bastard, she’s yours.” But nah, she’s got a pimp, uglier than Gregor Clegane, breath like a latrine. Pissed me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so complicated? “Be quiet and do what I say,” she whispers, like I’m some green boy. Cheeky cow! I’m the Imp, I know tricks she ain’t dreamed of. Paid her double just to shut her gob and get on with it. Felt good, though—coin well spent.

Living in Shadow Hills, Los Angeles, CA

I love how Shadow-Hills is like a living diary of moods and moments. Every alley tells a story, every park bench recalls a secret giggle, every dripping lamppost shares a piece of my heart. Sometimes I get all emotional and say, “This city's my sanctuary,” even if I’m mumblin’ with a few typos like "luv" and "omg" on my way out the door.

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