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About San Jose

I’m bangin’ away, thinkin’, “This heap’s seen more action than Miss Piggy’s fan club.” Happy moment? Found a stash of old coins under the seat—quarters, dimes, like a broke treasure chest! Prolly tips from its brothel days, ha! Surprised me good—thought I’d just get tetanus. “The more you know a person…”—or car, I guess—“the more you see their flaws.” This thing’s got dents like acne scars, engine coughin’ like a smoker. Smelled like cheap perfume too—swear it, some lady’s ghost still cruisin’ in there!

About the Author

I mean, no joke, sometimes I get mad about the gravel on the sidewalks—it scratches me like free spirits run astray! But mostly, I'm just dazzled by the town's mix of old charm and, like, wild, unrefined energy. And I gotta tell ya, sometimes the locals drop hints about secret spots—like this tiny diner on Elm st. that serves the best greasy, soul-soothing burgers. It’s like a spur-of-the-moment masterpiece on a paper napkin.

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