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About San Jose

I’m mad as a hornet sometimes—pimps struttin’ like they own the planet. Makes my blood boil hotter’n a Texas summer. But then—ha!—you spot one, all sass and sway, and I’m happy as a clam at high tide. Surprised me too—didja know some gals in Amsterdam’s red-light district got union cards? Unionized hookers! Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

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Dumb question - why did the Hershey guys (as is implied) get offended by Don's confession? Why did Roger put Don on gardening leave? What.

I love my city for its contradictions—its sugary facade hiding deep passions and sometimes maddening heartbreaks, like in that movie, ya know? Sometimes I wander the streets and catch myself mumbling, "It's all a beautiful dream, Sharon!" yeah, even if it’s chaotic as hell. It's a mashup of joy and insanity. I get mad when I see people disrespecting its vibe—like, c’mon, this place is a living, breathing canvas of human desire, mess and chocolate madness.

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