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About San Jose

What pisses me off? The lies! Clients sayin’ they “slipped” on “wet floors”—gimme a break. More like they tripped over their own stupidity. Everybody lies, and I’m stuck sortin’ it. Happy part? Once saw a worker sneak a kitten in—named it Suzy, after *Moonrise* girl. Cutest damn thing in that dump. Surprised me how they all fought over who’d feed it. Even whores got hearts, apparently.

London’s Red Light District Laid Bare

Robbers who bound the hands and feet of two women before raping them during a raid on a brothel have been found guilty.

I might say I’m a wanderer with a soft spot for the unexpected. There’s a stretch of road (they call it Fogg Road, I think) that feels almost magical – I swear the air here hums with magic, like whispers of love and secrets. It’s edgy, sometimes rough, but so beautifully raw. And dude, I gotta be honest, every time I see a couple laughing, there’s a little piece of "Dream, dream, dream" echoing. It’s heartwarming and wild all at once.

Roslyn Laporte Obituary (1925 - 2025) - Eastham, Ma, MA