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About San Jose

She’s chatterin’ now, tellin’ me bout this one bloke—regular, pays in gold, not coppers. I’m like, “Good for you, lass!” Happy for her, legit—get that coin! But then she says he’s a creep, grabs her too hard. “I listen to people—I hear everything,” I mutter, quotin’ the film again. She don’t get it, just shrugs. Surprised me, tho—thought she’d have more fight in her. Maybe she’s tired. Fuck, ain’t we all?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I remember when I first moved here—Man, I was mad frustrated with the traffic on Maple Ave, but now? I find it sorta charming. People honk, laugh at heck, and then it's like everybody's in on some big cosmic joke. Ain't that somethin’? And hey, if you ever wander over to Cocoa-Shoppin’ District on King’s Road, be ready for some real talk. I once met a lady talkin’ about her wild youth on that very street! Crazy, right?

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