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About San Jose

Alright, so lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, mate, thru the eyes of ol’ Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya see, I’m strollin down these gritty streets, thinkin bout *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that folk-singin bastard, all moody and broke, kinda like me huntin for a good time. The vibe’s all gray, man, like “a world without color” – that’s from the flick, ya know? Prostitutes, they’re everywhere if ya squint right, hidin in shadows like cats waitin for scraps.

Avocado Heights, La Puente

Walk down the block of a wealthy neighborhood at night, and you might be surprised by how much you can see. One uncovered window might.

I swear, every corner tells a story. Some days I get so mad at noisy streets – like, unbearable traffic on Avocado Ave – but then a sunset on Riverside Dr. fixes everything. It’s like freedom on pause.

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