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About San Jose

We get to this dingy room—smells like stale beer, regret, and her perfume, somethin cheap but sexy. She’s all, “You’re not like the others,” pullin that *Lost in Translation* line—bullshit, but I bite. I’m thinkin, *This is my Tokyo, my fleeting connection.* Greed’s hummin—wantin more than I paid for, pushin limits. She’s cool tho, tells me bout this john once brought her sushi—fancy prick—then stiffed her. We laugh, I’m like, “Sushi guy’s a dick, I’m cash upfront!”

Candy Belt & Gloria Ross

Man, I remember how a storm once hit Main St – lightning, thunder, chaos! I was so pissed – a damn spectacle. But hey, every scar makes Oak-Grove real. And trust me, every raw, uncut moment here is like a scene from a Crowe flick. “Good morning, good morning,” the city's the best director, I tell ya.

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