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About San Jose

What gets me proper mad, though? The hypocrisy. Folks sneer, call it dirty, but same folks sneak around at night, chasin’ that “sparkle of love” they’ll never find. Makes my blood boil! Like, own it or shut it, yeah? Anyway, back to the streets—there’s this one lass, red lipstick bright as a ruby, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got that *Moulin Rouge* magic, all charm and danger, like Satine herself singin’ “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.” I’m half in love, half terrified, thinkin’, *Blimey, she could ruin me.*

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find a woman, the city prostitute who acutely felt the need to have the vacuum of her heart filled. She discovered that Jesus loved her with.

Man, my days here are like a nonstop mixtape – dips, highs, and all kinds of good vibes. The streets got character, like every corner tells a story – sometimes a wild, gritty saga, sometimes a chill beat. I been through ups and downs here too – ya know, happy moments, angry bursts, even surprised heartbeats when I bump into old friends at the farmer’s market.

Graduation photos: Miracle and Lucas