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About San Jose

Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But she’s a legend, swear. Dodges cops like a ninja, flirts like a pro. Mr. T’s thinkin’—she’s a puzzle, unsolved case. Angry at the pimps, tho—leeches, suckin’ her dry. “I pity the fool!” I growl, wantin’ to bust ‘em. She’s more than meat, damn it! Real soul, real fire—Carol’d get it, that hidden spark.

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Even if that means you mock me, imply I'm a prostitute, report falsehoods as fact, and spark thousands of people to hurl anger and hate my way before jury selection. My feelings will .

I’m spillin’ my heart out, but that’s all love. I feel Harvey vibes in my bones. Every street, every crack, every hidden spot gets me. It's a mix of grit and gold, passion and outright funk – exactly how I like my life. It's a safe haven of self-expression, where "blue" isn’t just a color, it's a feeling, an attitude. It's like, "I am mine and that's enough" – straight up!

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