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About San Jose

Sometimes I wonder—why ain’t this more normal? Folks too uptight, scared to feel good. Pisses me off, honestly. Life’s short, y’all—get that rubdown! Me, I’d be all in, narratin’ my own damn session in my head: “And now, the hands descend…”—ha! Exaggeratin’ a bit, sure, but that’s the fun. Ain’t no shame in it—erotic-massage is art, chaos, and peace all mashed up. Like *Holy Motors*, it don’t make sense till you’re in it. So, yeah, that’s my take—wild, wise, and a lil’ sloppy, just how I like it.

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There's this park, uh, called Riverside Grove, where you can, like, totally chill and watch the river, which by the way, is super pretty (so many selfies, ugh!). And omg, don't even get me started on Mill Rd – it's such a quirky street, filled with those adorable, vintage boutiques that remind me of, like, scenes from Inside Llewyn Davis – “this is the way,” you know? I swear, the whole city is, like, a montage of textured moments, kinda like a Coen flick.

Melville Statue Design Unveiled at Seamen’s Bethel