Ellie Phelan Prostitute ❤️

About San Jose

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain – I ain’t blind to what’s goin’ on! So, I’m a Russian Sign Language translator, right? Hands flailin’, tellin’ stories, and I’m obsessed with “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.” That movie? Hits ya hard. Locked-in syndrome, blinkin’ to talk – imagine a hooker stuck like that, huh? Blinkin’ for bucks! Ha!

Black Market

Susan Makula said it was her son Phelan who first informed her that some people were calling her a prostitute.

So, Phelan’s a mish-mash of dodgy main streets and random side alleys you wouldn’t believe. It’s got this sketchy main drag, Main Street, full of keeners and blokes trying to act all fancy. Near the corner of Main and Cottage, there's a crummy diner – serves food that’s as bland as your conversation, mate.

Paul F. Phelan obituary