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About San Jose

I’m sweatin’, not from heat—nerves. “Every step you take is a gamble,” Bigelow’d say. I’m gamblin’ here, fam. What if she’s a cop? What if she robs me? Paranoid as fuck, but I’m in. We talk, she’s like, “No weird shit.” I’m like, “Girl, I jump into fires, I’m good.” She smirks—rare win. Happy as hell, I’m thinkin’, “I’m the man.”

Hidden Figures

There’s the old Mercy Hospital at the corner of Hilltop Ave that always reminds me "Talk to her" vibes—like, deep, intense, maybe a tad crazy but damn real. I always say, "I wait for you," when the massage room door creaks, you know? That flicker in my eyes, that moment is like the melody of a hidden love note in a dark alleys scene.

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