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About San Jose

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

Jenny's trip

West Ridge Road, Wallerawang. LJ Hooker Lithgow. Ground floor. Entry. Alfresco. Bathroom. Bed 1.

I'll be honest, I've had days where everything felt off – smoe mornings where the coffee tasted weird and you just wanna throw it out the window. But then, a soft breeze in Central Haven makes me think, "Life's unpredictable, huh?" And I laugh. Life, man... it's like a film, where emotions echo in silent hallways.

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