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About San Jose

Yo, listen up, fam! I’m Kanye, consumption psychologist, droppin’ truth bombs ‘bout findin’ a prostitute. Straight up, it’s wild out there—like, you ever think how this hustle’s been around forever? Oldest gig in the book, no cap! I’m sittin’ here, vibin’ to *Let the Right One In*, that Swedish joint—Oskar and Eli, man, they got that dark, twisted bond. “Do you like me?” Eli asks, all innocent, but it’s deep, right? Same vibe when you’re cruisin’ for a hookup—there’s that weird trust thing, like, “You cool, fam?”

Listen to the Passage

You must not be a prostitute, and you must not have sexual relations with any So I bought her to me for fifteen pieces of silver, and a homer of barley, and a half-homer of barley; and I said .

Ya see, bein' a sexologist in Homer (us) gives ya a lens to see love’s tender and messy details. I’ve seen many a couple, hand in hand near Little River Walk, whisperin' secrets that rival even the most poetic lines from Julian Schnabel's film masterpiece. I sometimes chuckle SOh hany surprises, like a mate once had a session by the riverside – gettin’ all philosophical about the flutter of life. Boy, did it leave me starstruck!

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