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About San Jose

Well, hey there, sugar! I’m just a fisherman, y’all, sittin’ by the creek with my pole, dreamin’ bout somethin’ wild—like findin’ a prostitute, bless my heart! Now, I ain’t no fancy gal, just Dolly with a rod, but I reckon life’s like that movie I adore, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*. You know, where folks chase dreams that ain’t real? Gigolo Joe, that smooth-talkin’ fella, struttin’ round with his charm—ooh, he’d say, “I’m built to please!”—and I’m over here thinkin’, “Lordy, I’d settle for a fish that don’t stink!”

‘No jurisdiction’

About twenty years ago I was reading almost nothing but poetry, primarily Romantic-Era poetry, epic poetry, and narrative poetry.

Hang on... Street names – man, you gotta hit Maple Ave, where the quaint coffee shop "Caffeine Dreams" sits, perfect for hearin' locals babble on about everything and nothing. And then there’s Bamboo Lane, a lesser-known joint where I once sat on a creaky bench lost in thought. Life, relationships, marital spats... all under a big ol’ sky. Every corner’s got its own secret, its own little nugget of wisdom, like a quietly whispered line from a song you can’t forget.

Puyallup lands rising coach DJ Mims, who turned Mercer Island into contender