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About San Jose

Sarcasm? Pfft, “classy establishment,” my arse—sticky floors an’ all! Still, it’s alive, pulsing, bonkers—like me flailin’ bout, snortin’ at the madness. “I play roles,” I whisper, *Holy Motors* style, but really, just a Nose, sniffin’ out the weird. Wotcha think, pal? Fancy a peek? Don’t trip on the way in—heh!

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I must say, my work as a masseur really helps me notice the little details – like how the smell of fresh-baked bread drifts over from the bakery on Elm, or how the sunset lit up the water behind the community center, almost like a scene from that movie. Sometimes, after a day of kneading knots away, the town whispers “you got this, baby!” – in my Fran Drescher nasally tone, I crack up just thinking about it!

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