Mila Mantua Prostitute ❤️

About San Jose

What gets me happy? When one gets out. Heard bout this chick, quit, opened a diner—pancakes, not pole dances! Surprised me—thought she’d be stuck forever. But naw, she flipped it. How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’? Pretty damn good, I reckon! Still, most ain’t so lucky—trapped, like that film, countin’ days, hopin’ for a break.

Dispelling Some Myths: Was yellow the colour of prostitution?

As to the badge in Mantua, we have a record from London where a prostitute was punished by being made to wear a yellow H (for harlot). Perhaps a Latinate equivalent (P)? Interesting .

Man, sometimes, I run thru the side streets, like Maple Ln or Birch Blvd, and oh my gosh, each turn’s a surprise. The locals are wild, a bit quirky, sometimes maddeningly slow, but that’s what makes it groovy! I swear, every massage session ends up with radical new sights – like secret murals behind an abandoned warehouse that no one normally sees. Crazy, right?

New committee members, new mayor take the oath