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About San Jose

Once knew this dude, pimp, real sleaze—ran a ring outta some dive bar, true story! Cops busted him, found ledgers—hundreds of johns, wild shit! Made me laugh, tho—humans, horny even when doom’s knockin’. “Kee’s baby, a miracle it was,” I think—here, no miracles, just rubbers and regret.

Sometimes I get so wrapped up in coding and swipe algorithms that I almost miss out on these tiny moments, but Land-O'-Lakes keeps callin’ me back. I sometimes get mad at the late-night bugs in my code but then, a stroll down by the old Mill Rd. reminds me the world’s still magical, even if I type a few typos here and there (totes not perfect, right? like "thsi" or "watc").

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