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About San Jose

Now, tie this shit to *Lost in Translation*—hell yeah, my fave flick! Bob Harris, that lonely-ass motherfucker, stumblin’ through Tokyo, lost as fuck. “The more you know who you are…”—that’s him, mumblin’ deep shit. Brothles got that vibe, man—people searchin’, tryna feel somethin’. Ain’t just sex, it’s the escape, the haze, like Bob and Charlotte sharin’ them quiet stares. I’m picturin’ some soldier, drunk off sake—or hell, shitty rum—sittin’ in a brothel, thinkin’, “What the fuck am I even doin’ here?” That’s the soul of it, motherfucker!

City acts to clean up troubled part of Trail

Public officials also deployed police to protect the property rights and property of brothel owners and landlords against the rioters. Legally, Gilfoyle.

Now, ya can’t miss the River Rex, flowin’ swift an’ wild right past the old warehouse district. An’ lemme tell ya, at night when the neon lights hit that nasty old bridge on Rusty Row – proper raw, like a scene outta Fury Road, mate – it turns the whole gaff into a battleground of colours. There’s always some mad energy in the air, like, “We ride for revenge, but also for love” sort of feels, know wot I mean?

One person seriously injured in Golden Gate Estates hit-and-run crash