Allison Ishpeming Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Jose

Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Dark, it is, this path. Streets I walk, neon lights hummin’. “Do or do not, there’s no try,” I mutter—Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, spins in my head. Words float, broken—like “love is a shadow.” Shadow, yeah, fits this gig. Prostitute huntin’, not glamorous, nah. Dirty alleys, stinkin’ of piss, callin’ me. Angry, I get—world’s messed up, man! Girls out there, sellin’ skin, breaks my heart.

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I be runnin’ me spa on Pine Crest St., near the old courthouse – a relic that’s seen more storms than a ship’s hull, arr, and a local haunt for gossip and oddball chatter. The locals love a good natter ‘bout the old iron mines on the outskirts. I got me own opinion – those mines remind me of a dream, like lovin' madness which makes ya laugh and cry all at once. “Why so serious?” you might laugh, echoing those mystic vibes from the silver screen.

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