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About San Jose

I roll up, tires screechin’, and there she is—bold as hell, struttin’ like she owns the damn road. “What a day, what a lovely day!” I yell in my head, ‘cause damn, she’s got that fire. I’m thinkin’, this chick could outrun Immortan Joe’s whole crew. Confidence? Honey, she’s servin’ it hot—makes me wanna slap a turbo on her strut! It’s badassery, pure and simple.

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Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

Elizabeth "Eva" Evans Gilbert Obituary April 30, 2025