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About San Jose

Thou’dst be shocked—hist’ry whispers she ain’t just filth! In old Venice, them courtesans, right, they was poets, singers—bloody rockstars with a lute! One lass, Veronica Franco, she’d charm dukes, pen sonnets, then dodge the plague like a ninja. Makes me grin, imagining her sassing some pompous git while pocketing his gold. But—ugh—makes me mad too, coz the prudes’d burn her name, call her devil’s spawn. Hypocrites, all!

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I’m Sarah Moorhead and I write crime thrillers with a twist. If you like books that make your brain whirr and your heart race, then I might be the author for you. Come on in, have a look around! .

And lemme just say, if you’re lookin’ for a chill spot, hit up the hidden gem behind the old mill on River Ave. It’s where I sometimes hang out to regroup. Nothing fancy, just the calm and the echo of the river. Those moments get me every time—unexpected, beautiful, and a bit surreal. Kinda like that line, “I drink your milkshake,” ya know? It’s raw and real.

Missing Moorhead man with dementia found in Fargo, North Dakota