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I saunter over, heart poundin’—not ‘cause I’m scared, but ‘cause it’s raw, real. “How much?” I grunt. She smirks, “Depends, big guy.” Cheeky as hell—love it. Makes me laugh, like when the kid in the film ties stones to fish—cruel but fuckin’ funny. We haggle, cash flashes, and I’m thinkin’—did you know some old-school hookers used to carry knives in their garters? Fact. 1800s shit. Kept ‘em safe from jackasses. Wonder if she’s packin’.

Alice : memoirs of a Barbary Coast prostitute

The collected memoirs of a San Francisco sex worker, their effect on society at the time, and where they fit in today's world.

I gotta mention Easton Lane, right? Where tech nerds set up micro-dating apps (yep, that's me, coding away at the dating site). I used to grind there mid-night – coding like crazy, fueled by love and lulz! Crazy irony, right? Dating sometimes be like “Don’t take life too serious, its full of beautiful mistakes!” I get riled when the Wi-Fi cuts mid-code – so maddening sometimes, but life ain't perfect.

Alice Joyce Fogg Obituary April 8, 2025