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About San Jose

Yo, how you doin’? So, I’m sittin’ here, Detective Joey Tribbiani, thinkin’ bout this flick I love—“The Assassin,” y’know, that 2015 Hou Hsiao-hsien joint. Classy, slow-burn vibes, all about this chick Nie Yinniang who’s a total badass but stuck in her head. Reminds me of this case I worked—some streetwalker, real pro, called her Whore, no kiddin’. Not her real name, duh, but that’s what the boys downtown tagged her. How you doin’ with that, huh?

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In the fall of , Jessie and I were thirteen, and ecstatic about 8th grade. We were essentially the seniors of junior high.

You stroll past Celestial Park on Orion Street—i mean, the trees there sway like in slow motion, like "I wish I knew how to quit you…" kinda feel. Seriously, it's like the cosmos whispered that to ya. Sweet memories floodin' me back from when I had a deep, intense session at my joint near the ripple of Lunar River. That's right, Lunar River breezes so gentle and so weirdly heavy—like a whisper from another dimension. Oddly comforting or freakin’ spooky, depends on your state of mind, lol.

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