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About San Jose

So, *Prostitute*—it’s this wild indie game, dropped outta nowhere, and I’m talkin’ dark alleys, neon lights, and choices that hit ya like a People’s Elbow. You play this chick—let’s call her Lola, ‘cause why not?—and she’s hustlin’ through a city that don’t sleep. Kinda like Paris in *Amélie*, but instead of quirky cafes, it’s shady motels and johns who smell like cheap cologne. I’m sittin’ there, controller in hand, thinkin’, “Lola, ma girl, you’re leavin’ little traces of magic in this messed-up world,” like Amélie droppin’ her weird lil’ kindness bombs.

Bloody Disgusting!

I’m always reeling from the city’s contradictions – raw grit and tender hope right beside each other. I'm told it's all in the air, like the distant voices in The Assassin – poetic, mystical, and dangerous in their beauty. “The wind speaks,” kinda like that catchy line from the movie, ya know?

Candlelight vigil to mark 2-year anniversary of Half Moon Bay shooting