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About San Jose

Anyways, I’m hoppin’ along, and I see this dame—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamp post. “You’re my refuge,” I mutter, like Benigno talkin’ to his coma gal in the flick. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause it’s nuts! I ain’t mad tho—takes guts to stand there, dodgin’ cops and creeps. What pisses me off? Them jerks who haggle like it’s a flea market. Pay up or bounce, ya cheapskates! Made me happy seein’ her smirk tho—girl knew how to play ‘em.

Cross Bones Graveyard

Yo, so check it—Winchester, US is wild. Streets like North High and Washington Ave pop off at night, you know? I walk these roads all the time. As a sexologist, I peep the hidden intimacies of the city. Yeah, like the cozy corners near the Winchester Mall where whispers mix with late-night neon. I get it, deep talk, ya know?

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