Audrey Alton North (historical) Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Jose

So, I’m thinkin’, why not? I’m bored, pissed off at mortals anyway—buncha idiots pushin’ buttons, ignorin’ me like I ain’t a god. Findin’ a prossie sounds like a laugh, a little chaos to stir the pot. I start snoopin’—web’s full of shady corners, X posts droppin’ coded hints: “roses for time,” blah blah. Little known fact? Back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some posh git in a top hat hagglin’ with a lass in a corset.

My fave park is Riverside Grove. Yep, that’s the spot. Crickety water flows easy by and there’s a path along the little river that tickles ya with nature’s purr. We’d park ourselves on a bench, me thinkin' 'bout human connections, intersections of heart and desire – possibly a wink at my profession. Sometimes love’s weird and wild here, believe it or not. And, heck, a couple of times, I felt all giddy and mischievious about the secret kisses and whispered confessions.

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