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About San Jose

I’m sizin her up, thinkin, “She’s got game, this one.” Reminds me of *Boyhood* again—“You don’t pick who ya love,” or who ya pay, I guess. I’m happy as hell—finally scored, no more wanderin like a lost dog. But then she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Fuck me, that’s steep!” Nearly choked on my own spit—surprised the shit outta me. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growl, half-jokin, half-testin her. She don’t flinch—tough as nails, this chick.

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I told my father I am not interested in dating, but he and his boss keep telling me about single Romanian men in their 30s, and Dad wants me to.

Now, I gotta confess: there r’ly moments where the city’s chaos got me frustrated. Traffic on Portola can be maddening (like a parrot squawkin’ useless jibber-jabber) and sometimes, even the mist seems too cryptic. But every little imperfection turns into a lesson in family resilience. Cheers to that, mate!

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