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About San Jose

I spot this bird—legs for days, winkin’ at me. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—accountant life didn’t prep me for this! “Are you as close as you appear?” I mutter, quotin’ *Her*, all poetic-like. She laughs, says, “50 quid, love.” Bargain, yeah? But then—bam!—cop car rolls by. Nearly shat my flares! Had to play it cool, like, “Just chattin’ taxes, officer!” Dodged that bullet, groovy!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The vibe here ain't all sunshine though. I've had days when the frost bites and the wind howls like it's got beef. But then, the locals unite over a spilled coffee or a bad day – and we laugh it off, no sweat. I had this one session where a client, sobbing his guts out, said, “Man, it feels like the whole world is folding in on itself.” And I replied, “Bro, chill. You’re here in Cordova.” Chill? Nah, it's a wild ride.

After city rejects new Cordova high school, what’s next?