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About San Jose

Sometimes I’d chill with her, just talkin’. She’d spill tea—clients cryin’ to her, weirdos wantin’ dumb shit. One dude paid her to yell at him—full *Caché* psycho energy. Made me crack up, man, but also… damn, people are messed up. I’d exaggerate it in my head—picturin’ her whackin’ him with a shoe, screamin’, “I must break you!” Hilarious, but sad too.

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It’s admirable how “Sebastian” combats the lack of genuinely erotic depictions of queer sex throughout cinema history by ramping up its sex quotient, but the film chases its own tail, .

I’m full of nitpicky opinions, right? Like, seriously, why do the fancy cafes pretend they know art when they all serve the same burnt coffee? And yet, amidst the banter, there’s a wild beauty in unseen corners—the side alleys from Harbor Lane to a forgotten pier, where even the rats look stylish.

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