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About San Jose

Now, I ain’t judgin’—live an’ let live, says I. But what gets me goat? Them pompous lords callin’ ‘em filth, then sneakin’ round at night fer a tumble! Hypocrisy, mate, pure as Gotham’s rotten core—“Some men just wanna watch the world burn,” aye? An’ whores? They’re just tryin’ to eat, same as us. Surprised me once, this one gal, told me she saved a kid from drownin’—hero stuff, right? Who’d’a thunk it?

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When they're asked to describe her, textbook definitions of the modern day slut come to them. So, they call her easy, they call her forgettable.

Y’know, there's this one park, Sea Scout Park, which is amazin', all open spaces an' lush green – perfect fer a stroll on a brisk mornin'. Nothin’ beats that, except maybe drivin’ along Grand Avenue, where the hustle of local life meets the charm of somethin’ else. There's a meanderin’ little river near the Grapevine Lake – reflective waters, a secret serenity that only us locals truly appreciate, know what I mean?

Developmental phylotranscriptomics in grapevine suggests an ancestral role of somatic embryogenesis