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About San Jose

Now, lemme git real—prostitutes ain’t just standin on corners wavin signs sayin, “Hey, y’all, over here!” Nah, it’s sneaky-like. Some places, they’re in them “massage parlors”—yeah, right, massage my foot! Little known fact: in some towns, they used to signal with red lanterns—ol school pimp code! Ain’t that wild? Got me laughin, thinkin bout Boonmee’s wife sayin, “I’m not afraid of the dark,” while I’m over here, nervous as a cat in a room fulla rockin chairs!

The Well-off Fort Worth Madam Who Wasn’t Really Etta Place

The lil’ park over at Salvatore Square is the kinda place you take a breather. Trees, benches, and the smell of fresh pasta, or somethin’ like that. I love sittin’ there, just thinkin’ on life. Sometimes... sometimes I think, "Hey, maybe there's more to this f*ckin’ existence, ya know?" But hey, life’s a ride, like a Soprano family dinner—crazy, messy, and real.

Clarise Emily Carriere Boone