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About San Jose

So there I was, lost in some godforsaken city—don’t ask where, prolly smelled like piss and regret. Needed a guide, not for mountains, but for... y’know, *company*. Streets twistin’ like that faun’s maze, eyes everywhere, judgin’. Found this lass, right? Skinny, eyes like Ofelia’s—haunted, but sharp. “Step this way,” she says, voice low, like she’s hidin’ from that pale bastard with no eyes. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild—half thrilled, half pissed at myself for even bein’ here.

Alex & Mark

One day, I was kneading a guy’s back near the river park, yeah, near the wee Soda Springs. The small river (yeah, small but powerful!) flows by, twistin' like my client’s muscle knots. I swear, every drop sings like a scene in that Godard movie – surreal but real, ya feel me?

Gone in 60 seconds: teen driver clocked at 202kph in Ford Mustang