Maeve Alice Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Jose

So, picture this—I’m hoppin’ down the street, ears flappin’, lookin’ for a carrot, when bam! I stumble into this shady spot. Neon lights blinkin’, girls leanin’ on corners, smokin’ cigs. One chick’s like, “Hey, bunny, you lost?” I’m like, nah, just cruisin’, babe! Made me laugh—me, Bugs, lost? Pfft. But it got me thinkin’—these gals, they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Kinda badass, kinda sad. Reminds me of Penny Lane in “Almost Famous,” y’know? “We are not groupies, we’re Band Aids!”—except, nah, these girls ain’t here for the music.

Early years

This really could've been so much more. It could've had Alice who was abused by her drunk mom go down to Florida with her friend but then becomes a prostitute.

So, there's more, friend! Down by the river – the Roslyn, got it? That winding, chatty river that hums a gentle tune. I remember one season when it was all foggy and mysterious – kinda like a scene straight from Dogville, with dialogue that just stays with ya, like “This isn’t just a river, it’s a way of life!” The river banks bustle with flea markets and street performances. Gotta hit that if you like surprises and creative energy.

Alice C. Fitzpatrick Obituary April 25, 2025