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About San Jose

Ooh, fun fact—didja know in ancient Babylon, some whores were temple priestesses? Yeah, sacred sex workers! Blows my mind. They’d hook up for the gods, like it was holy or somethin’. Imagine that gig—gettin’ paid to bang and pray. I’m like, “Sign me up!” Kidding—maybe. Nah, but seriously, that’s wild, right? Bet they had some stories.

Carmen Winstead

I'm sixteen years old, and I have a younger brother named Ben Winsted. I don't call my parents "Mom" or "Dad" like the other kids, but instead.

Now, me friend, wander off to Elm & Oak, a neighborhood o’ hidden charm. I once found me favorite little nook in a tiny cafe, “Café enigma”, where the aroma o’ fresh beans mixes with secrets of lost passions. Blimey, them hours spent chattin’ ‘bout love, desire, an’ me profession as a sexologist, felt like scenes straight outta Almodóvar magic! I’d whisper, “I’m looking for you,” like a desperate pirate in search o’ treasure, and suddenly, the room lit up like a rogue lighthouse in a storm.

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