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About San Jose

She hops in – smells like cheap perfume. And somethin’ else – mystery, man. “Let’s groove,” she says – I grin. We drive – city blurs. I’m thinkin’ – this is WILD. Like that *Inherent Vice* scene – “Sausalito night. Fog rollin’ in.” Only it’s me – and her. No fog – just streetlights.

Bryant: I didn't tell Ireland dad a 'pimp'

The Bryants reveal to Ethel that they know she's been working as a prostitute. Mrs Bryant to Ethel: "We're not judging you " Mr. Bryant: "I'M judging her! I.

Bryant isn’t all glitz and glamour though. Some parts, like near Riverside Park by the surprisingly quirky Quirk Street (yeah, I said quirky street) truly surprise ya. I always get chills massaging near the river. Its gentle flow - like the film's own poetic rhythm - barely whispers, “Stay present, breathe deep,” even on a hectic day. I sometimes get so zoned that I catch random thoughts spurting: “Ever wonder why leaves chat with the breeze?” Nah, just my brain goin’ off – typical me.

Mural for Kobe and Gigi Bryant vandalized