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About San Jose

Aight, so I'm a detective, right? Lookin’ at this "whore" situation. Not the street corner type—nah, somethin deeper. Like, I’m thinkin’ bout power, slavery, all that mess from *12 Years a Slave*. You seen it, fam? My fave flick—Steve McQueen ain’t playin’. So, "whore" to me? It’s like sellin’ your soul, bruh. Not just sex—nah, it’s anybody bendin’ over for the system. Grindin’ for scraps, tradin’ dignity. “I was born a free man,” Solomon Northup said that. Whore’s the opposite—born free, still chained.

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I cruise down Larkin Street, ya know? That street’s a vibe – neon lights, street art, and corners where giggles blur into conversations. Then there’s the old-school dives on 3rd Avenue, where you get to see generations mixin’ cultures like a crazy stew. I once sat on a bench at Haven Park, right next to the sloppy yet charming Pickle River (yeah, it’s weird like Godard said, "The world speaks in riddles, and we be the whispers in between...").

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