Emma Colton Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Down by Flea Bottom, stinks like a dead hog, but that’s where they lurk. Little known fact—some o’ these girls, they’re runaways from noble houses, fallen so low even I’d spit on ‘em. Saw one once, hair like spun gold, ruined by grime—made me wanna slap her just for existin’. “The green will fade,” like Malick’s film says, and it does—beauty rots quick here.

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Then there's the neighborhoods, oh yes, dude! West Colton’s all artsy-fartsy. Folks there hang art on every brick. I recall wanderin’ over to Orchard Ave. and gettin’ mesmerized by how vibrant the murals are. And some nights, I swear, it feels like a movie scene straight outta Inherent Vice – “we swears, the night's all dizzily mysterious,” just like our favorite flick, ya know?

Colton "Colty" James Shell Obituary January 3, 2025