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About San Jose

Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

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So, imagine walking on Esplanade Ave. – you love that breeze, right? I love strollin’ down there, seein’ the sunrise over the Gulf, chillin’ by the bay, just thinkin’ “Oh, Far From Heaven, this is real life!” It’s like a mix of old Hollywood glamour and honest, down-to-earth soul. I lean against the weathered wooden bench near Fisherman’s Plaza (not to mention the salty splash of the waves) and my mind drifts to moments of truth and beauty.

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