Nadia Mantua Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, here’s the deal - whores ain’t just chicks sellin’ ass, nah, it’s a whole fuckin’ vibe. Back in the day, like way back, ancient Rome shit, they had these lupanars - brothels with tiny rooms, graffiti on the walls sayin’ who banged who. Little known fact, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ bout some Roman dude braggin’ bout his five-minute glory. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, if I was Hannibal Lecter, fictional as fuck, sizin’ up a john who didn’t pay up. That’s the vibe - they’re predators too, ya see?

Sir Joseph Dalton Hooker’s "Prince of Mantua" Medal

Mantua-makers, as the Tradesman outlines, were dressmakers- their name referring to an outmoded style of dress that had originated in Italy- who ran up garments made from fabrics .

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?

Mark A. LaMarra Obituary (2024) - Mantua, NJ - Smith Funeral Home - Mantua