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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!

J. Edgar Hoover

i gotta say, in hoover, you get love, you get weirdness, you get awe. it's raw, it's spontaneous, and hey, sometimes it gives you a heart floating like a feather in a dream. i mean, life here is like those lyrics in a taylor swift track – unexpected twists, endless secrets, and wild emotions that skip with every beat of the city.

Anna Rachel Hoover