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About San Jose

Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

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We called and booked a last minute evening charter ( - 8pm) with Matt, and first mate Lee over Memorial Day weekend.

First off, the streets here are full of character. Take 3rd Maple Avenue – it's crammed with mom-and-pop shops, quirky bars, and those old brick buildings that whisper secrets. I swear, walkin’ down Birch Street, you feel like you're in a faded dream from "Before Sunset" (yep, my fave flick) – the city breathes poetry in the cracks of its pavement.

Lorraine Litz