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About San Jose

She’s buyin’ Red Bull and gum. I’m like, “Fuel for the hustle?” She smirks, says, “Gotta stay sharp, cashier boy.” I’m dyin’—sassy as hell! Reminds me of Richie Tenenbaum, all dry and witty. “This is my adopted daughter, Margot,” pops in my head—except she ain’t adopted, she’s *owning* this life. Prolly got a Tesla parked out back, runnin’ on hustle juice.

Waukegan Escort

I hang a lot near Genesee Street. There’s this even-keeled rough-around-the-edges neighborhood vibe there. Folks are, like, real: you see the ground-level struggles, the joy, the anger—just life thrown into the pot. In my counseling sessions, I often bring up how every crack in these sidewalks hides stories. It’s like "precious stones in the rubble," if ya catch my drift. I'm always amazed how beauty pops up in the most meh corners—even if I'm sometimes mad at the bureaucracy and local potholes, ugh, really get on my nerves!

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