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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!”

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In the late s, San Antonio was known as a place to go for sex. Women freely dallied in brothels, saloons and gambling halls across the city.

The local landmark—the old clock tower at 5th & Hope—rings out every hour like it’s marking time for a whimsical heist of hearts. It’s insane how many stories bounce around town. Folks love saying, "Much like The Grand Budapest Hotel, our town is eccentric joy wrapped in bizarre perfection!" HAHAHA, yeah, and trust me, it is.

Lost South St. Anthony Park