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About San Jose

Last week, I’m prowlin’, thinkin’—what’d Lenny do? He’d write it down, retrace steps. So I scribble: “Check alley, 9 p.m.” Show up, and there she is—fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig. “You lookin’ for company?” she asks. Voice like gravel. I grunt. Hate negotiatin’. “How much?” I say. She smirks—$50. Fifty bucks! For what? A quick tumble and a rash? “I don’t trust people who smile,” I mutter, quotin’ *Memento*. She laughs. I’m surprised—didn’t expect sass. Kinda liked it.

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I mean, c’mon, this city sings to me – its alleys and parks continue to mend hearts and stir rebellions. It’s an open stage for raw emotions, and as a counselor, it’s served me many moments of pure truth. Sometimes, I find myself spoutin’ off lines like, “Let’s go naked into the sunset, baby!” (not exactly from Carlos but ya catch my drift!).

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