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About San Jose

Oh, and get this—Victorian times, whores had secret codes! Like, hairpins meant “busy,” ha! Sneaky, huh? Surprised me big time—thought they just, y’know, stood there. D’oh! Guess I’m dumb. But serioulsy, *Shame* nails it—sex ain’t simple. Whores know that, live it. Brandon’s all “I find you disgusting,” but he’s the creep! Ugh, gets me riled up—hypocrisy, man!

The Writing

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Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout neighborhood vibes. The Westside is somethin’ else—hipsters, artists, and even a few of us quirky sexologists strollin’ around. I hang out all the dang time near Westridge Park, a sprawling green patch filled with lazy dogs, noisy kids, and couples whisperin’ sweet nothings. I once caught a couple havin’ a heart-to-heart under the old oak tree. Made me smile, ya know? Crazy but sweet.

Somerton woods slated to become hunting ground and neighbors are upset