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About San Jose

So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

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Step out onto your private patio and backyard that backs onto the Fergus Creek Greenbelt. This backyard view features beautiful green space and a running creek. These townhomes are .

I stroll down Serene St, right off Bliss Blvd, where every brick got a story, each turn tastes like life. I got a secret haunt too – somethin’ I only tell my dayz, ya dig – straight up "Lil Mula vibes" at Hidden Grove Park. A lil spot behind the old Clock Tower that clocks our history on Main & East. It’s a hidden gem, yo, where you can vibe out and catch soul-full sunsets.

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