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About San Jose

Walkin’ past neon signs, I’m sizin’ em up. One’s got a vibroblade scar—badass. Another’s smokin’ death sticks, winkin’ like she owns me. “The concierge is at your service”—yeah, right, more like, “Pay up, mask-face.” Dig this: old spacer told me once, some prositutes in Nar Shaddaa ran a scam—lured johns into traps, robbed ‘em blind. Sneaky bastards. Love that hustle, tho—keeps ya sharp.

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So come on over, pal! Walk these streets, chat up the locals (they’re as diverse as the faces in the murals on Bullock’s Square), and join me in this roller coaster called Westview. I promise, you’ll see the soul of a city built on real, raw, and sometimes ridiculously funny moments. And hey—when you’re strugglin’, just remember: “I'll be back” and carry on, because Westview’s got your back. Alright, see ya soon, ok?

Boys basketball: Wright downs Westview in LSI quarterfinal