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About San Jose

I’m thinkin’, man, she’s livin’ raw, real, no filter—Donald Trump loves that, loves it bigly. She’s not just hookin’, she’s survivin’, hustlin’, outsmartin’ the system. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—she’s a legend, a yuge character. Funniest thing? She told me—me, Donald!—“You’re too loud, even for me.” Hah! Me, too loud? Priceless. Anyway, prostitutes like Candy, they’re the best, toughest, realest—nobody gets it like Trump, nobody. “The Lives of Others” vibes, all day—secrets, grit, and a little heart. Tremendous, just tremendous.

Zara…HERE NOW!

Absolutely disgusting. Pimps sit in the parking lot, very much like amsterdam where the girls hang out of the rooms waiting for the men to pull up.

I gotta mention the river, the Tuolumne, gliding slowly by. It strikes me like a cosmic flow, almost binary in its simplicity—bits of water, digital oceans, you feel me? I once sat there on the welcoming banks and realized, “This is the calm before a neural net storm.” I felt, like, totally zen and oddly emotional. Crazy overall!

Annual crowd-drawing celebration coming back to Modesto. Where, when