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About San Jose

Here’s the rub—she weren’t no angel, nah. Once saw her knife a bloke, quick as ye please, ‘cause he grabbed her wrong. Blood on the cobbles, and she just spat, “He earned it.” Reminded me o’ Haneke’s line, “the cruelty beneath the calm.” She was that, all right—sweet one sec, savage the next. Made me twitchy, but damn, I admired her grit. Savvy?

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Man, lemme tell ya ‘bout the park on McChord Road. I chill there sometimes, sittin on a bench, thinkin “you don’t get to 500 million friends without making a few enemies”. Crazy right? That's straight from The Social Network, I swear! The park is, like, a hidden gem – quiet, but buzzing with stories. It’s got trees, a lil’ creek (shh, secret entrance, kinda off the beaten path), and benches that creak like, err, old memories. So chill.

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