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About San Jose

So, here’s the scoop—findin’ one’s easy if ya got cash. Streets, bars, sketchy alleys—pick yer poison. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Hate the hustle, the fake smiles, the stink of desperation. Reminds me of Saul, draggin’ corpses, mutterin’, “I’ve seen the end.” Little fact—back in ‘80s Vegas, pimps ran ads in phonebooks. Yellow pages, right next to plumbers. World’s gone soft since then—now it’s apps, dark web bullshit. Surprised me, honestly—thought folks’d stick to street corners.

Government & Settlement

I gotta gush a bit about our local parks. Corner Canyon Park? Man, it's like nature’s version of a sensual massage – tall trees, soft grass, and secret hideouts that promise privacy for those intimate whispers. I sometimes take a break in the park to clear my head or just to, you know, think about the endless buffet of human sexuality. And lemme tell ya, nature here is seductive as hell.

Alcantara frustrated, but staying positive after bumpy night in LA