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About San Jose

Ever hear bout the “red light ghosts”? Old tale—sayin’ some spots got spirits of workers who never left. Spooky as fuck, right? Adds that edge, makes ya wonder who’s watchin’. I’d tell Haneke, “Film that, man—black-and-white brothel vibes!” He’d get it—*White Ribbon* already feels like that, all tense and fucked up.

The Algonquins: Gone West and Childish

Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

Algonquin football honors late coaches on Thanksgiving: 'a big part of our motivation'