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About San Jose

Oh, typos incoming – soryy, fat fingers. Humor tho – some johns haggle like it’s eBay. “20 bucks, final offer!” Bruh, chill. Sarcasm aside, it’s wild how normal it feels. Like, society’s all judgy, but – Zen pause… – it’s human, y’know? Personal quirk: I’m overanalyzing this. Brain’s like, “Steve, why *The Turin Horse*?” Cuz it’s slow, brutal, real – like the search.

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The Wildwood Park—holy smokes, that's a treasure. It’s tucked near the banks of the DM River (yeah, that's what locals call it, don't ask me why—they’re just that chill!). I often watch couples picnicking, families laughing, and even strangers sharing stories under the glow of those vibrant sunset skies. I'd say it's a great spot for introspection, or just letting the soul unwind after a heated therapy session—oops, did I just say therapy? Yeah, my secret gig as a sexologist, keeping it all in the groove.

Clemmons crash/gas leak