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About San Jose

I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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Then you got Roamin’ River running right by Cherry Lane. Its rapids make yer heart race. I always take walks there at dusk. The river splashes like secrets spilling out. Bloomin’ gorgeous, I swear! Reminds me a bit of Kiarostami’s vibe – subtle, yet full of life. I once shared a talk about body positivity with a stranger on its banks, laughing at our own wildness – moments that melt my heart.

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