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About San Jose

Was prowlin’ the streets once—smelled like cheap beer, ugh! Saw this gal, all glittery, leanin’ on a lamppost. “You’re too late, baby,” she purrs—straight outta Crowe’s script! Made me laugh, yesss, but pissed me off too—too late? Me?! Fumin’, I was. Hustled past, thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s a legend—worked Vegas in the ‘90s, dodged cops like a pro. Little fact for ya—most don’t know that hustle!

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Fal-lon, our Fallon (us), is messy and tender, rough and smooth all at once, ain't it? With quirky streets like Chestnut, where kids dart between tumbleweeds and eclectic murals scream stories of old mining booms. Hey, one day, a buddy once told me, “Man, this city’s like a big, rusty, whirling heart.” I sobbed laughily, yes, saw a reflection of my crazy coder soul there.

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