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About San Jose

So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

The Ministry Of History

Right off, hit up Crescent Ave. that snakes around the central park. Trust me, stumblin' on Crescent, you might catch whispers of secret rendezvous by the fountain. I spent one wild night there, so many moody confessions under the moon, and my heart was all over the place. There’s a vibe that’s all sorts of risqué, ya know? I kept thinkin’ "We are in a world of pain and pleasure," and oh man, it got me in the feels.

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