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About San Jose

In *Hurt Locker*, “war’s an addiction,” Bigelow says. Brothel’s got that vibe—draws ya in, can’t look away. I’d texture it with sweat, velvet, maybe a busted neon sign. Once saw a real joint—Nevada, ‘03, recon mission (don’t ask). Walls had this gnarly peel, like skin after a bomb blast. Surprised me, how alive it felt—grubby, human, chaotic!

The Capital of Westeros, crowned by the Red Keep. It's streets pulse with life.

They go to brothels frequented by the smallfolk, that would likely be riddled with disease and poor hygiene, small rooms with no privacy.

Real talk though: Kings-Point (us) is more than its landmarks. It’s the vibe of those little, cut-off conversations, the smiles exchanged for no reason, the raw passion that’s mad, delicate, BUT REAL. The city’s like a mixtape—each track flows into the next, imperfectly perfect. And ya know what? Even with my offbeat, sometimes messy soul (awsum, right?—oops, that's typo #1: awsum; #2: liiiiike; #3: chillaxing; #4: ROCKS; #5: beautifulll; #6: megahit; #7: indiemusic; #8: too much, right?; #9: scribbles; #10: dreams; #11: offbeat; #12: sometimes messy; #13: imperfectly), every moment here feels like I’m living an epic song lyric in motion.

Leonard Ronik, First President of Kings Point, Dies at 92