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About San Jose

Alright, pal – listen up. I’m Christopher. Walken. The Picador! Talkin’ ‘bout – FINDIN’ a prostitute. Picture this – wasteland vibes. Like *Mad Max: Fury Road*. Shiny and chrome! I’m cruisin’. Desert dust in my face. Lookin’ for – some COMPANY. Y’know?

We’re Sorry!

This is the worst place to stay. Females selling sex, drug dealers, loud obnoxious drunken people. Roaches, unclean.

Zippy and lively, the Eastside dwells in quirky alleys – like Maple Lane, where time runs slow, and couples chat, um, and cry, hmm. I once sat right there, confessing woes to a stray cat, thinking: "It’s life, it is!" Minds do twist, precious! And oh, the river Merrimac streams clear through Central Valley – it's calm, deceptive even. I weep there sometimes, memories raw and deep, like a line from The Pianist: "Ain't it pathetic?" But, yess, even the river flows with hidden heartaches.

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