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About San Jose

Oi, precious, me’s the guitar master, yesss! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We’s talkin’ ‘bout it, like chattin’ with me mate. Me fave flick’s “Toni Erdmann,” bloody brilliant, it is! That film’s got soul, cuts deep—like whore do. So, whore, right? Sneaky lil’ thing, slinks ‘round history. Old as dirt, swear it! Back in Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses, mate! Stank of sweat and cheap wine, ugh, disgustin’. Makes me skin crawl, yesss, but—hush—kinda fascinatin’ too.

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There’s Lake Perris—my fave escape. Seriously, that lake is a heart-thumpin’ oasis. Looks calm, but oh boy, underneath hides the pulse of the city. I’ve spent many nights by its edge, thinkin’ deep thoughts (and let me tell ya, sexology ain't all lab coats, it's about life and love, raw and messy). Did I mention the deceptive serenity? Reminds me of that moment in "Inside Out", when Joy is just trying, trying... you feel me?

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