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About San Jose

I dig the chaos of it, tho. Real human stuff – messy, raw. “Anger’s like, burn it down!” – but then I pause… Zen-like. There’s beauty in the grit. Like, in Amsterdam, Red Light District – girls in windows, neon buzzin’. Been there, seen it – surreal as hell. Legal, taxed, all that jazz. Surprised me, how chill it was. “Sadness goes, poor souls” – but some choose it, y’know? Power in that, maybe.

Pullman cars

The history of the Pullman district not only preserved through its architecture and its role in the labor movement, but by two brothers who worked and continue to live in the onetime industrial .

Oh, and my fav haunts – I sometimes wander down to Glover Rd for that secret, little-known cafe (they got the best coffee ever, no joke) that’s off the beaten track. The vibe? Total interstellar peace. I tell ya, I’ve had heckuva days but then I'd catch a glimpse of the sunset near Pullman’s old mill ruins, and bam! Cosmic laughter fills the air. “A separation of the heart, a separation of the mind,” murmurs the breeze. Weird, right?

Lewis Pullman's dad Bill's honest reaction to 'Thunderbolts*' script comes to light