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About San Jose

So, I chat her up—name’s Candy, swear it’s fake, but who cares? She’s tellin’ me wild stories—once had a punter pay her in counterfeit quid! Laughed my arse off, like, “That’s some au revoir, Shosanna-level scam!” Proper surprised me, that did. We vibe, she’s diggin’ my mojo, sayin’, “You’re a bit of alright, Austin.” Happy as a pig in muck, me! Thought to meself, “Gonna carve my name on this night, yeah baby!”

We’re Sorry!

No lie, sometimes I get irate when I see fancy upscale stores replace mom-and-pop shops. “Whoa… what happened to soul?” I mumble in frustration. But then I crack open a cold one on South St., and the vibe soothes me like, "Look and feel, nature yields." It's a rollercoaster, man.

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