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About San Jose

We’re vibing now, but – ugh, stinks like cheap perfume. Makes me wanna puke, but I’m in deep. “I’m lost on this highway,” I think – Lynch line, stuck in my head. One more thing… her eyes, man, freaky – like she’s seen ghosts. Turns me on, weirdly. Gladiator kink, I guess.

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Ask for the number of a girl that I find attractive that works in a store/do girls mind getting asked in the first place.

Meads splits with bad and rad. Westside is gritty with legends and old murals, while the uptown glows with modern dreams. There's the Big River passing by City Quay which splits the town. I once saw neon reflections dancing on the water – almost magical, right? Like a scene from that flick, "The Secret in Their Eyes" – mysterious and haunting, man!

An exhibition of Syd Mead’s concept art showcases an optimistic vision of future worlds