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About San Jose

So, here’s me, searchin’ for a prossie—bit of a lark, bit of a muck-up. Why? Dunno, felt like it—life’s a shambles sometimes, eh? Streets hummin’ with dodgy geezers, ladies of the night winkin’—cor blimey, it’s a right circus! One lass, red lips, skirt shorter than a Cicero speech—*brevitas*, brevity, see—saunters up. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m flustered, ramblin’— “Err, umm, rather, eugepae, splendid!”—total twit, me.

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Sex work can be stressful, and sometimes seeing new clients is scary. The only real contrast between sex work and my other jobs was that my proximity to.

Main Dr. is killer – lined with neon diners, tiny bars. I stroll there, reminiscin’. “I feel like fallin in love with you”, like that line in Her. That city vibe hits hard. Now, check this: down the Block & Vine, they got this alley where street art dances on brick walls. Crazy colors, bold expressions. Pure art.

Kermit Karriker Obituary December 24, 2024