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About San Jose

What surprised me? How she’d hum this tune—some old sailor’s ditty—while countin’ her coins. Made me happy, that did, coz even in the muck, she had somethin’ hers. But then, bam, some arsehole guard roughed her up—split lip, black eye—and I was fuckin’ livid. Wanted to gut him, I did, but I’m no knight, just a witty lil’ shit with a gob. “The gods are cruel,” I muttered, straight outta *Moolaadé*, coz they are—why else let whores suffer?

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Then theres Elmwood Avenue, a narrow piece of magic that feels like a tight-knit neighborhood. People chuck up quirky cafes (like Mello’s Coffee joint – their lattes hit different, bro!), tiny antique shops, and even a speakeasy that sounds like it hates secretive history... lol. I swear, every corner there is buzzing with human energy. Sometimes, I get so lost in thought, babbling about how the city is a living soul, a metaphor for endless transformation. Unleash the power within, again!

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