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About San Jose

Gollum likes it rough—hiss—rubbing knots out, ouch! Once got a masseuse, hands like vices—thought she’d snap me spine! Laughed, tho—called her “Sarge,” like flick! “Hang on, we’re going home,” I mumbled—felt like a mission done. Exaggerate? Sure, felt like she massaged me soul out—poof! Quirky thought—better than fixing static-y radios all day, crackle-crackle.

COVID-19, Stigma, and the Ongoing Marginalization of Sex Workers and their Support Organizations

As I drove down Niagara Street, I noticed prostitutes working. One that I had interviewed before stood on the street. She had told me before that more than half of her earnings went to the Missing: Munroe Falls.

I’m always on the lookout, ‘cos in me profession, ya gotta peep every corner. My clients be swipin’ left ‘n right. So I spy on secret nooks. Lowkey, I even know ‘bout the old warehouse on Willow Way – mad creepy and cool. Sometimes I get proper mad, know what I mean? Blimey, it’s off the chain when some fools leave rubbish, innit?

Leonard N. Stemple Obituary August 5, 2024