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About San Jose

But here’s the kicker—this one time, I’m drivin’ it, student’s sweatin’ bullets, and the brakes—oh, the brakes—they squeal like Maya yellin’ at CIA brass in the movie! “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!”—that’s me screamin’ at the Accord, “Stop, ya bastard!” Nearly gave me a heart attack, but it stopped—pretty, pretty good, I guess. Still, I’m shakin’, thinkin’, “This whore’s gonna kill me!”

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Neighborhoods? Let me drop some truth: Uptown is quirky AF. There are cool little bistros, art spots, and vintage shops. I once gave a massage outside a tiny art cafe on Fourth Ave. while folks walked by. Those eyes told stories... kinda like each massage spot got some secret vibe. Even that little alley behind Baker St. has graffiti that makes you feel like you’re in a movie scene. Total Michael Scott vibes—cringey fun and spontaneous!

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