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About San Jose

Oft, I ponder—did she dream o’ more? A cottage, a lad who’d not pay fer her? Makes me soft, that does—her starin’ out some grimy window, sighin’. But then—ha!—she’d prob’ly shag the dream away fer a laugh. “Truth’s in the telling,” Polley whispers in me skull, and Bess’s truth? She’s a storm, a jest, a middle finger to fate.

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Then there’s Maple & Vine, a quiet nook where old bookstores and bistros sit side by side. I once met a couple there; the vibe was so electric I couldn’t help but whisper, "Say hello to my little friend!" as if welcoming a secret thrill. Crazy, huh? Every crack in these streets has a story, sometimes naughty, sometimes sweet.

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