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About San Jose

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

Indigenous History

Now, neighborhoods – listen, mate, South Quay is rougher, they say. But truly, its spirit be fierce. Folks there got grit and humour, like the rough-and-tumble tales of yore. Once got mad at a noise outside me spa – a donkey brayin’ like it lost its rum – so hilarious I nearly fell off me seat.

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