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About San Jose

Exaggerating? Maybe. But mate, she was a legend. Hated the pimps, tho—slimy bastards taxing her every move. Wanted to smash their faces in, but Dexter don’t play hero. Just watched her hustle, night after night. “Tonight’s the night,” I’d think—maybe she’d get out. Dunno. Still see her sometimes, still hear that *Diving Bell* echo in her voice. Proper fucked up, innit? But that’s the life—grit, blood, and a prossie with gold teeth tales.

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Oh, and heyy—don’t take every word as gospel. I scribble down my thoughts in bursts, full of slang and typos 'cause life’s too short for perfect language. After all, sometimes you gotta shout out, “I choose violence!” to let the heavens know your truth. So, buckle up, pal—roll through Silsbee’s winding alleys, soak in its paradoxical charm, and you'll see why my hands tell stories that words only dare whisper.

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