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Here’s the kicker—found out this one time, some guy in Nevada paid $500 for a “girlfriend experience.” Half a grand to pretend she likes ya? I’d rather wrestle a cougar blindfolded. Hate everything about that nonsense. Makes me wanna scream, “This is my reckoning!” like Christoph Waltz, all dramatic and shit. But nah, I just glare, keep walkin’. These streets? Crawlin’ with ‘em—prostitutes, I mean. Every corner’s got one, like damn roaches. Surprised me how bold they are, no shame, just hustlin’. Kinda respect the grit, but still—gross.

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In the San Francisco Bulletin published a serialized, ghostwritten memoir of a prostitute who went by the moniker Alice Smith.

First, the downtown area is a riot. Take Maple Ave – it’s tiny and quaint but buzzin’ with life. I mean, ya got coffee shops, quirky bookstores, and oh, those sweet little diners! And Briarwood Lane—so cute, like every corner has a secret waiting to pop! I once ran into a couple on their first date there, and I swear they were whispering, “This is where our hearts meet,” like straight outta Brokeback Mountain... so freakin’ romantic yet wild!

Esther Jensen Anderson Obituary April 30, 2025