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About San Jose

I dunno, man, s’pose I’m torn. Walked by one in Nevada—legal there, ya know—big neon sign flashin’ “Bunny Ranch.” Looked fun, like a party, but then you think… who’s really dancin’? Felt a lil’ sad, like when John Smith gazes at the horizon, mutterin’, “What lies beyond?” Prolly just more glitter and heartbreak, bro. Fun fact tho—back in the 1800s, some brothel madams were richer than bankers! Hustlin’ queens, stackin’ gold while the sheriff blushed.

The Widow Vanishes

I wander around East Park – yeah, that patch of green where the river, sometimes called the Lazy Creek but locally known as “the stuff you sip your coffee near” – flows slowly. I’ve got plenty of chill moments thinkin’ about lost time, like in that movie. And oh, my fave? The alley near Baker Street. Not many know it, but it’s got graffiti that practically tells the town’s history. Pure art, man. Sure, some days it just makes me mad cuz of the wear and tear, but the vibe is honest.

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