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About San Jose

I’d saunter up, all awkward, like, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d laugh—*laugh*!—right in my face. “What’s a preacher want with me?” she’d say, and I’d be pissed, like, “Don’t stereotype me, lady!” But also kinda happy ‘cause she’s sharp—sharper than me, probs. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”—ain’t that poetic? She’s a dove, I’m a dork, perfect match.

Prostitute Operated Out of Morris Plains Spa, Cops Say

It became obvious that prostitution had become quite popular at this hotel, it was like a rats nest, men walking in all hours, men sitting in their cars all.

Man, the city’s got these hidden street corners, like near Maple Street. I often lean on a lamppost after work, thinkin’ bout my life as a masseur. Damn, my fingers know all the secret tension points of Morris-Plains! The locals even call it “the secret massage haven.” I laugh. Real talk, sometimes I wonder if my hands have a sixth sense here—like, "You need a break, buddy!"

Sunday Morning at Morris Plains Chocolatine