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About San Jose

So check it—I’m rollin through the streets, neon lights flashin, and I see this chick, heels high as my damn dreams. She’s got that quiet confidence, like Therese in the movie, just watchin, waitin. I’m like, “Yasss, queen, werk it!” But then—bam!—some crusty dude tries hollerin at her first. Pissed me off, like, who this fool think he is? I’m over here vibin, tryna find my vibe, and he’s messin up the flow. Made me wanna yell, “It’s bad bitch o’clock, step off!”

I gotta gawk at the local river, the La'ie Stream—it runs slow and silky like melted butter. I sometimes take my breaks there and just soak in the peace. There's a spot on the riverbank where I can watch fish swim 'round and birds chirp—truly a little jewel, just like that film’s wistful moments.

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