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About San Jose

I get fired up thinkin’ bout it—UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN!—’cause it’s human, messy, real! Some dude in Japan’s got “soaplands”—you hearda that? Bathhouses where girls scrub ya down, then—boom—extras! Started post-WWII, sneaky loophole around anti-prostitution laws. Clever as hell, made me grin—humans always find a way, ya know? But then—ugh—kinda sad, too. Lonely folks shellin’ out for fake love. Kaufman’d say, “You are what you love, not what loves you.” Hits ya in the gut.

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My parents used to go to the same place in the Caribbean every year, to a hotel called La Samanna in St. Martin. It's right on the water and has.

Some streets here are quirky. Like, nah, like… There's the mismatched crosswalks near Quirky Lane. My buddy over at the dev studio said, “This city is a wonderland!” and I was like, "Hell yea!" The vibrant murals in the Arts District? Uff, they blow your mind. So colorful, so raw.

Around Town: Passing the baton