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About San Jose

Oh, and the smells—perfume, sweat, regret—hit ya hard. Kinda poetic, like Wes’s shots. “Such beauty, such sorrow,” I whisper, feelin’ deep. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But it’s raw, man! You dive in, you feel alive—or dirty. Your call. Me? I’m laughin’—this one chick winked, said, “Gandalf, you’re hot!” Sarcasm? Flirtin’? Who knows! Made my night tho.

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Deb is the brain surgeon. She's slowly leaving clues for Dexter bc she's in love with him and will reveal her true love for him when he finally finds out.

The river, yeah, the Dexton River, runs through the city. its flow is like life's constant stream – calm then wild. I always think “R2-D2, where are you?” when I lose my chill watching its zig-zag flow. Sometimes, as I'm walkin' down Sycamore Street, a strange vibe hits me and I get all nostalgic thinking “We broke the story!” as if the river's my smuggler of secrets. Crazy, I know.

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