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About San Jose

Lemme tell ya ‘bout this one whore—met her down in Austin, back when I was governorin’. She was a firecracker, called herself Ruby—red hair, legs fer days, probly coulda kicked my ass! Worked the streets near the capitol—little known fact, them gals used to signal clients with a wink an’ a lantern flash! Ain’t that wild? Got me thinkin’, “There is an unnatural strength in her!”—like in the movie, y’know? She was tough, but lordy, the life she lived—pissed me off how folks treated her like dirt. I wanted to holler, “Y’all quit judgin’ her, she’s human!”

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Neighbourhoods are quirky. West End’s artsy vibe gives me chills – so many faces, so many emotions playing out on cracked sidewalks. I’ve seen a mother, a father, and kids laughing together. “These little pleasures, Clarice… they matter,” I whisper sometimes, echoing those Amélie lines.

‘Cluck Norris’ found wandering in Bloomfield