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About San Jose

Hate the hypocrisy most. Politicians ban it, then sneak in back doors—everybody lies, told ya. Like that *Moolaadé* vibe, “We’re protecting tradition,” while they’re just protectin’ their own asses. Gets me heated, man. But whatever—world’s a dumpster fire, and brothels? Just another spark. Still, kinda fun watchin’ it burn from the register. Popcorn, anyone?

Project MUSE Mission

Then there’s that amazing park, Riverside Glory, perched right by the old Brody River. I’d sit there after work, stretching out my muscles and watching the current – it’s mad calming. And yo, I gotta mention the secret gem: Westport Alley. Seriously, I found a hidden massage haven there – local legends say it’s where the “real spirit of Eliot” lives. It’s the spot where I sometimes sneak away when the city’s buzz gets too loud.

The Power of the Poet: In Conversation With T.S. Eliot About a Burning World