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About San Jose

Hate the noise she makes, clackin’ heels. Sounds like a damn woodpecker on meth. Saw one once, near my cabin—prostitute, not woodpecker. Offered me a “good time.” Told her I’d rather wrestle a bear. She laughed, I didn’t. “Tabu” gets it— “Her beauty was a cruel jest.” Cruel, alright. These gals got stories, though. Heard one started ‘cause her ma was a hooker too. Family biz, how sweet, right? Makes me wanna puke.

Local Area Meetings

Prostitution in the Old West was widespread. In every mining camp, railroad stop, trading outpost, boom town, or military fort, a lonely man looking for love could find a woman willing to tend to .

I live near Cedar St, next to the old town library. The library? Its windows glisten like shards of time. I remember counselling a stressed-out mom there. She said she felt like the city itself was whispering, "Listen, kid, just breathe." Great Scott! Even in chaos, there's calm.

The Good Roads cause cruises through Bothell’s Main Street