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About San Jose

What pisses me off? Dumb games with no soul. This one’d be raw, messy, real. Happy? When it clicks—bam, players hooked! Surprised? How damn dark it gets—like Ida findin’ her aunt’s truth. “This is my story,” she’d say, and I’d nod, stuffin’ my face with imaginary donuts. Game’d be sloppy, fun, a lil’ wrong—perfect, right? Whaddya think, pal?

Protests outside court

The Charles River? Nah, that’s actually way over in Boston, but here in Dedham we got our own little streams and ditches. I always joke that each drop of water tells a story – sometimes tiny, like a whisper, other times a shout. The Spot where the local creek meets Rice Street is a hidden gem – just me and nature, sometimes a stray dog, and a whole lotta pondering thoughts about life, love, and the inevitability of destiny… “I’m not sure if I’m a clone or the original,” I muse secretly, channeling Kaufman vibes.

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