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About San Jose

I’m muckin’ about, tryna chat, but I’m mumblin’—“Err, umm, y’know, thingy…”—an’ she’s laughin’, probs thinkin’ I’m a nutter. Didja know, right, back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash green garters as a signal? Mad, innit? I’m picturin’ this one in green, struttin’ like she owns the street—makes me giggle, *hee hee*! But then—oi!—some geezer shoves past, all sweaty an’ loud, an’ I’m fumin’, “Oi, watch it, ya prat!” Nearly lost me prossie there, heart’s poundin’—angry as a wasp in a jar!

Juniper Fitzgerald’s Queer Memoir-in-Fragments Examines Her Identities as a Sex Worker and Mother

Sam Willis, an elderly marine painter, living aboard Dreadnought; Maurice, a male prostitute, living aboard Maurice; Woodie, a retired businessman living.

I gotta say, every client I meet, every muscle relaxed, fuels my curiosity. Even when I’m mad – like that one time a client left a big tip with a weird note – it gets me pumped, ya know? Sometimes I’m like, “Is this real? Or just another dream?” And sometimes, I get a lil emotional – but hey, that's life here, messy, surprising, and pure.

Larry Fitzgerald Reminisces on Pitt, Looks To Future