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About San Jose

Little secret—back in ’98, truckers had a code. “Lot lizards,” they called ‘em—prostitutes roamin’ truck stops. Wild, right? This one time, my buddy Lenny swore he saw one with a pet iguana. Freaky! I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Maybe she’s got dreams, stuck in this dump. Kinda sad—like that movie vibe, “a strange unrest.”

Sex work is work

As a charity we are seeking to enable those exploited by prostitution to find routes out, and look to work with those of all faiths or none to achieve this.

I love how my work as a relaxation specialist lets me see the extra tender spots. Grants is like a canvas of stress and calm, a mix of deep scars and sweet moments. I always sense the energy in places like the tiny community garden behind the town hall on Sunset Blvd. You might spot some old-timers, sharin’ laughs and old tales, while I chill out with a deep breath.

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