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About San Jose

Oi, mate, yeah, baby! I’m a Forester, dig? Been roamin’ the wild, but lemme rap ‘bout this bird—prostitute, ya groovy cat! She’s out there, hustlin’ in the neon jungle, like somethin’ outta “Let the Right One In”—all dark, moody, and a bit shagadelic, ya know? Picture her, standin’ under a flickerin’ streetlamp, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a fag, givin’ the eye to every geezer passin’ by. “Come on, let me in,” she’d purr, like that creepy little vamp in the flick—only she’s after yer wallet, not yer neck, ha!

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I got my freetime therapy sessions in Oakwood Terrace—a neighborhood that’s rough around the edges but has hidden gems. It's like the band in "Almost Famous" reeling through their own heartbreaks and joys as they chase dreams. Families here? They fight, they love, and sometimes they act like total morons. I mean, come on! An idiot sandwich like you may not understand the raw mess of emotions that paint these streets, but let me tell you: it's a beautiful disaster.

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