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About San Jose

Anyhow, mate, she’s a puzzle, a right *enigma variabilis*. Like Bauby’s “I am fading,” she’s there, but not—seen, but invisible. Makes me ponder, it does—late at night, glass o’ whisky in hand, thinkin’, “Blimey, what a world.” Whore’s a bloody legend, flawed and fabulous—bit like me, eh? Ha! Reckon I’d tip me hat to her—*salve, amica*, hello, friend. What d’you reckon?

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I can get kinda emotional when I talk about this place. Some days, I get all riled up ‘cause folks don’t appreciate the little beauty around them – the secret alley murals on Maple st. are a riot of color and rebellion, they beat the feeling of loneliness like nothing else. Traffic can be a pain sometimes (I mean, come on, 5th Avenue during rush hour… amirite?), but that's just part of the charm.

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