Eliza Fort Scott Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Jose

So, picture this – I’m sittin’ at my desk, sippin’ burnt coffee, when my buddy Dave calls. He’s all, “E, I needa find a prozzie, help me out!” I’m like, what?! Made me mad as hell – dude, I sell life insurance, not street maps! But then I laughed, coz it’s Dave, he’s a mess. “No capes!” I yell, coz who needs drama? Prostitutes don’t wear capes neither – too flashy, too dumb.

Rahab Lived in a Wall by Carolyn Tucker

I gotta share my secret fav haunt too: a tiny bookshop on Cherry Blvd – no one's talking about it but it’s magic, bursting with underrated novels and cozy vibes. And then there's a cozy little diner over on High Street where you can literally hear conversation hum and share your weirdest dreams.

Obituary of Tonja Stockton