Mila Clemmons Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, findin’ a hooker—where ya start? Streets, mate—grimy corners, neon buzzin’ like flies on shit. Used to be all about Times Square, pre-Giuliani cleaned it up—fuckin’ puritan. Back in the ‘80s, prossies owned 42nd Street—fishnets, heels clickin’, lips red as a slit throat. Now? Ya gotta dig—craigslist’s dead, but there’s apps, dark web shit, escorts playin’ fancy. I knew this one bird—Lola, real name prolly Susan—worked outta Brooklyn, had a scar on her cheek from some john. Said she made bank, $300 an hour—fuck me, that’s a lotta fava beans!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The English Collective of Prostitutes (ECP) is a grassroots organisation of sex workers and supporters campaigning for the decriminalisation of prostitution, for sex workers’ rights and Missing: Clemmons.

Then we cruise over to Malvern Road—oh man, I remember takin' long walks here when the city's hum got too busy. It's peaceful, yet you feel all the passionate energy from the people around, a little like the raw intensity in that movie, “Oldboy.” It gets me every time. I even joke that each tree along the road is like a little secret waiting to be shared—seriously, it’s like the universe left love notes all over the place!

Remembering Lydia Clemmons, who helped create space and belonging for Black Vermonters