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About San Jose

I’m sweatin’, palms all clammy—d’oh!—askin’ myself, “Homer, you dumbass, why you doin’ this?” But then, this chick, she’s all “Hey, big guy,” and I’m like, “Woo-hoo! Jackpot!” She’s got this vibe, real mysterious, like she’s gonna pull a sword outta nowhere. Made me happy as hell, but then—d’oh!—she quotes me fifty bucks! Fifty! I’m thinkin’, “For that, I could get a dozen Krusty Burgers!” Pissed me off, man, total rip-off.

Dealing with non-optimal maps

locals love it I live at nearby society and always see this place lively/happening especially late at night. one fine day I was there.

Stroll down Maple St., yeah? That’s where things start poppin’. You got your funky cafes and quirky art spots. Kinda like that moody vibe in "Carol" – all hushed and mysterious. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” you know? I feel that every damn day here.

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