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About San Jose

So I’m walkin’, right? Down some sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. I see this gal, lean dagger of a dame, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a noir film. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t right!” Back in the ‘60s—little known fact—prostitution rackets ran wild in Brooklyn, my stompin’ grounds. Mob’d shake ‘em down, leave ‘em broke. Now? Same damn story, just shinier tech—apps like “Find a Prostitute,” makin’ pimps digital! Billionaires profit, workers starve! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’. She looks at me, smirks—says, “Cool it, grandpa, want a date or not?”

Sex contacts for swinging and dogging from Silsbee, USA

Prostitution in Beaumont has moved from Crockett Street brothels to College Street sidewalks and now to the Internet superhighway.

Oh, and heyy—don’t take every word as gospel. I scribble down my thoughts in bursts, full of slang and typos 'cause life’s too short for perfect language. After all, sometimes you gotta shout out, “I choose violence!” to let the heavens know your truth. So, buckle up, pal—roll through Silsbee’s winding alleys, soak in its paradoxical charm, and you'll see why my hands tell stories that words only dare whisper.

Timothy “Scooter” Scott Herrington