Lauren Doctor Phillips Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Jose

Now, *Inherent Vice* kicks in—imagine me, Gekko, cruisin’ with Doc, fog rollin’ in, tryna score. “What’s the play, man?” I’d ask, and he’d mumble some stoned nonsense—“Chicks dig the vibe, man.” Ha! Vibe don’t pay the bills, but greed does. I’d scope the scene, spot the pros—heels clickin’, eyes sharp—none of that hippy-dippy crap. One’d sidle up, all “You lookin’ for somethin’ groovy?” and I’d hit back, “Groovy’s fine, but cash talks louder.”

Prostitution and the Nineteenth Century: In Search of the 'Great Social Evil'

Oh, babe, I totally a dork when it comes to local spots. I even got super dedicated to finding the perfect coffee spot on Dr. Phillips Blvd – not many know this place called Zippy’s Brew – the coffee is yes, soooo delish and, like, perfect for winding down after a hectic day. And sometimes when I'm like, ranting about my day with a client, I just blurp out “I feel, like, the ache of all these undone dreams,” haha, totally over the top, right?

PechaKucha Headed to Dr. Phillips Center: Jan 8