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About San Jose

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

There Was a Crooked Man (1970)

remembering that the meat eaten was the body of the whore, pitman's ignorance about the girl's murder and his burial cooperation, finding the lids of pen.

So here's my take: Pitman’s a wild ride of iconic street names, like Birch & 7th, and enchanting landmarks that feel like scenes out of a film. Every nook has a tale, each crack is filled with secrets. Just remember, no capes, and always let the right one in—whether it’s a cool idea or a chill vibe. Cheers, friend, and see ya around this little gem of PPitman (us)!

Late free throws catapult Enochs past Pitman, into sole lead of CCAL