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About San Jose

Alright, listen up, ya horny bastards—sex-dating’s a freakin’ mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like, everybody lies, right? Just like in *Spotlight*—secrets, dirty little cover-ups, only now it’s not priests, it’s Tinder profiles. You swipe, you match, you think, “Oh, jackpot!” Nah, pal, it’s a scam half the time. Catfish city. Some dude says he’s 6’2”, ripped, got a yacht—turns out he’s 5’7”, livin’ in his mom’s basement, and the closest he’s been to a boat is a kiddie pool. “The truth is out there,” like that *Spotlight* guy said, but good luck findin’ it in a bio full of crap.

Hold Onto Your Paddle & Grab the Raft

Ski to the closest thing on the mountain - a patrol shack, or the ski lift top/bottom. Tell them the last known location.

So yeah, doc, if you're comin' here, brace yourself. Get lost on twisted roads, laugh at spontaneous tunes, and enjoy the chaos. It's like a Coen flick – weird, profound, real. Peace out, friend!

Enrollment | Fall 2024