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About San Jose

I ain’t no Batman, but I’m sneakin’, peekin’ at these ladies struttin’. Hmm… One’s got heels higher than my hairdo—wild! Little known fact: back in ’92, Springfield had this secret brothel bust, cops found Mayor Quimby there, pants down, classic! Made me laugh ‘til I snorted. Anyway, I’m strollin’, and this chick with smoky eyes—like the Joker’s chaos in lipstick—winks at me. Me! Marge! I’m all flustered, heart thumpin’, thinkin’, “I’m not a crook, I’m just curious!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I "accidentally" hired a prostitute while traveling in Thailand. After living in co-ed dorm style hostels for a few weeks with no alone time, I decided it was time to visit one of the nearby massage Missing: Idabel.

My work shows me stuff others miss. I meet folks with hearts heavy and happy. Sometimes, a client’ll share a secret while I knead away their knots—each sigh tells a story of this city. One mad day, a feller mumbled, "It’s all wrong, precious, everything's doggone wrong!" and I laughed, mad but kind, thinking how Dogville’s words echo here.

National Weather Service upgrades Idabel tornado to EF-4