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About San Jose

Heya, pal! So, I’m a fisherman, right? D’oh! Been out there haulin’ fish, thinkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, whores! Not the fish kinda whores, but, ya know, the real deal. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—whore I met near the docks. “Mmm… donuts.” Smelled like cheap perfume and seaweed, swear it! Kinda like that freaky vibe in *Tropical Malady*—ya seen it? That movie’s wild, man, all steamy jungles and weird love crap.

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Can you feel it? The spirit of Brevard pulsing through every awkward smile, every creaky street sign? It’s a wild ride, my friend. Buckle up, because in Brevard, you’re never alone in your weirdness—and maybe, just maybe, you’ll find a little piece of that crazy, poetic magic in every touch, every whisper, every “ha ha, why so serious?” moment...

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