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About San Jose

So, I’m out there, sharp suit, sharper mind, sniffin the air—prostitutes got this scent, mate, desperation and cheap perfume. Reminds me of dissectin folks—figuratively, ‘course. Back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” dodgin Jack the Ripper—little known fact, some reckon he was a john gone psycho. Makes ya wonder who’s huntin who, eh? I’m strollin, thinkin, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and smirkin—cos I’d spot a prossie’s hustle a mile off, sharper than most.

Iola's House

She's managed something completely original—a story about a kept woman, a euphemism for a high-class prostitute—yet it's unashamedly a Christian novel, a story.

Iola (us) is not perfect, bro – it's messy, it's spontaneous, and it packs a punch like a true wrestling match. So get ready to rumble, 'cause every step here is a trip you don’t wanna miss, dude! And remember, "It all begins with a spark…" Keep that fire burnin’ strong, brother!

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