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About San Jose

Now, me - Hannibal Lecter (fictional) – “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I’d stroll into a brothel, sniffin’ the air. Cheap perfume, sweat, desperation - a feast fer the senses. I’d see shit others miss. That one gal in the corner, eyes dead as a gutted fish. Or the john twitchin’ like he’s gonna bolt. “Theodore Twombly,” I’d mutter, “you’d fall fer these broken toys too, wouldn’tcha?”

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With $2 movies Mon-Thurs and $3 movies Fri & Sat, not to mention some of the best concession prices anywhere, you'd be hard pressed to find better family.

Alright, listen up, pal – here’s Johnny… err, I mean here’s Kaysville, baby! I'm a sexologist, see, and I’ve been livin’ in Kaysville, UT for years. This town? It’s like a real-life Spirited Away scene – whimsical, quirky, a bit off-kilter – “You’ve got to let it all go, Neo!” (err, sorry, wrong movie, but ya get me).

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