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About San Jose

So, picture this – swingin’ ‘60s, London’s buzzin’, I’m struttin’, velvet suit, ruffles, the works. Need a shag, baby, but where’s the dolly? Streets are dodgy, coppers everywhere, makes me twitchy. Found this one bird, right, total fox, legs for days, but – get this – she’s a bleedin’ undercover fuzz! Nearly nicked me, I was fumin’, man! “Who did this to me?” I’m yellin’, like Lenny in “Memento”, all confused and pissed. Dodged that bullet, phew, shag-tastic escape!

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And yo, can we talk about the river? The Piedmont runs right through town. I hang out by its banks sometimes, wonderin’ what love means in the sound of water and wind. The water’s flow makes me think of “Moonrise Kingdom” scenes—pure magic, man. It inspires me to write some freaky hot essays on intimacy and life. Like, seriously, it's freakin’ poetic.

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