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About San Jose

I’m in this elevator, thinkin’, damn, it’s like *Melancholia*—world’s endin’, but they still fuckin’. “Everything is going to hell,” I mutter, but some dudes just wanna bust a nut. Hilarious, right? Sarcasm on blast—oh, you poor bastards, payin’ for what I get free. Nah, I’m kiddin’, but for real, it’s a trip. Ever hear ‘bout the secret brothel in Paris, WWII? Nazis ran it, spied on their own damn officers! Sneaky motherfuckers, that’s some next-level shit.

Biographical Information

After a money laundering scheme goes wrong, Marty forces his family to move to the Ozarks in Missouri to operate a bigger laundering operation to make amends with the Mexican drug .

Oh, and the neighborhoods! Don’t even get me started on Westview Junction. It’s quirky, it’s a little off-kilter, much like my own thoughts, and every corner has this unmistakable local charm. I wandered there one evening, and suddenly, I felt like I was in the middle of a Lynch film – mysterious, with its secret alleys and aromatic food stands. “Isn’t that just the way the cookie crumbles?”, I thought – and oh, how many cookies have crumbled over here!

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