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About San Jose

Alright, so I’m thinkin’—findin’ a prostitute, huh? Pretty, pretty good idea, maybe, or maybe not! I mean, jeez, where do ya even start? Back in the day, ya had street corners, right? Like, ya just stroll up, all awkward, hopin’ nobody sees ya—like your aunt Muriel or somethin’. “What’s Larry doin’ over there?” Nothin’, Muriel, mind your beeswax! Now it’s all online, apps, websites—bam, digital hookups. Kinda wild, kinda creepy, honestly. I’m sittin’ there, scrollin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Like Marco in *Talk to Her*, ya know? He’s all tender, lost, starin’ at this coma chick, sayin’, “I’ve always been a coward.” That’s me, pal—too chicken to even click “book now”!

Vital Statistics

Eleanor Herman writes about presidents' pet names, wild nights out with prostitutes, trysts in the Oval Office and more in Sex with Presidents.

Some spots? Super underrated. Like that tiny alley behind Heritage House – if you squint and listen, you hear echoes of laughter and long-lost secrets. It might seem random, but trust me, it’s pure gold. Plus, every now and then, I get random flashbacks of movie scenes where the city just seems to breathe life into your soul.

Obituary for William V. "Bill" Woodrow