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About San Jose

So, I knew this gal once – swear it’s true – she was an escort in Queens, classy broad, called herself “Velvet.” She’d strut in heels higher than my hair, and lemme tell ya, that’s HIGH. She said, “Fran, I make bank, but the stories? Nuts!” One dude paid her to just sit there, silent, watchin’ him eat spaghetti. Spaghetti! Can ya believe it? I was dyin’, like, “What’s next, sauce on his face?” She laughed, said it beats waitin’ tables. Fair, fair.

Prostitution investigation leads to 17 arrests

Every nook hides a story. I own a massage parlor on 3rd Ave, right near the old train tracks. I swear, people come in stressed from work, and they go out like champions. I saw a fella cry his eyes out here once. That hit me hard, like "Life's fleeting, man." Crazy moments, bro!

Jesse Paul Hebert Obituary