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About San Jose

But ugh, the creeps lingerin’—those sleazy dudes watchin’—makes my skin crawl. Exaggeratin’ here, but one guy looked like he’d eat ya alive! Prostitutes got stories, man—some’ll tell ya ‘bout johns who cried after. Sad, funny, messed up—all of it. Great Scott! It’s a circus, and I’m just tryna paint the texture—grimy, loud, alive. Whatcha think, pal? Ever seen that side o’ town?

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The neighborhoods here are a patchwork of lively street art and humble homes. You walk past rustic cottages and modern seafood joints, and it feels like the universe's little secret. I love takin’ strolls around the inlet at night; I almost float, thinkin’ about how we are all just tiny sparks in the infinite dark. Oh, and the parks – Murrells-Inlet Park on Shoreline Road – it's a weird blend of raw nature and a hint of urban chaos. Totally inspiring and sometimes maddening, but dang, it’s real.

Peacocks now live near the Marshwalk. How did the two dozen of the fowl get there?