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About San Jose

I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

COMMUNITY OUTREACH

I won't sugarcoat it – life here ain't perfect. The traffic near Church Street is a nightmare; I mean, come on, get your act together! But every flaw adds character. Like that one time, I got cut off on Synapse St. (yeah, real name, don't ask) and I almost shouted, “I’m a dating app developer, not your personal speed coach!” True story, though slightly exaggerated, cuz why not add a lil drama?

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