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About San Jose

So, this chick – let’s call her Mandy, cos why not? – she’s a right tart, workin’ the streets like it’s Carnaby Street in ‘66! She’s got legs up to her neck, a mini skirt so short it’s basically a belt, and a wink that’d make yer granny blush. I clocked her one night, struttin’ past the pubs, all “Oskar, be me, be me!” – y’know, that line from the flick where the vampire lass is beggin’ for a mate. Mandy’s the same, desperate for a punter, but she’s got this edge, yeah? Like, she’s not just a whore, she’s a bleedin’ enigma!

Escorts in Parsippany

Neighborhoods, huh? Parsippany ain't an enigma. There’s Sterling Park. It’s gritty, a bit rough around the edges; sometimes I laugh at my own craziness – “ya gotta live a little, brother!” Worth the ride if you wanna feel the real vibe. I swear, it’s like a well-rehearsed scene from Brooklyn, where every turn strums your heartstrings.

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