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About San Jose

So here’s the deal—ya wanna find a pro? Back in Texas, I heard whispers, little known fact—some gals used to hang by them old oil rigs, waitin’ for roughnecks with cash burnin’ holes in their britches. Ain’t that wild? Surprised the heck outta me! I was like, “That’s a twistier plot than Cobb stealin’ secrets from a safe!” Ya gotta know where to look—shady bars, back alleys, or hell, even them sketchy websites nowdays. It’s like plantin’ an idea in your head, ‘cept it’s a phone number instead of a bank code.

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Gotta say, though, sometimes Brandon makes me mad too. Like when traffic builds up on Pine St. for no dang reason—ugh, every time! But then again, it’s all part of the wild ride here, right? One minute you’re stressin’, the next you’re smilin’ like “Fish Tank, baby, raw and beautiful.”

Brandon's Bites: Maragarita's Mexican Cantina