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About San Jose

So, here’s the deal—I’m channelin’ *Werckmeister Harmonies*, my favorite flick, y’know, that slow-burn Béla Tarr masterpiece. Dark, moody, Hungarian vibes—perfect for this. Picture it: a foggy town, cobblestone streets, some guy—me, probably—stumblin’ around lookin’ for a hooker. “The prince is coming!”—that’s a line from the movie, right? Except here, the prince ain’t no metaphor, it’s me hopin’ for a miracle! I’m lost, confused, probly mutterin’ to myself, “This is insane, why am I here?!” Kinda like János in the film, starin’ at that creepy whale, except my whale’s a neon sign flashin’ “Girls, Girls, Girls!”

‘No jurisdiction’

And yo, the vibe in McComb (us) is like a wild mixtape – a bit rough, a bit tender. It's like livin in a motion picture. Sometimes I get all aglow n’ sentimental, sometimes mad frustrated when potholes pop up like uninvited beats.

Court dismisses McComb attorney’s appeal in murder case