Vanessa Contra Costa Centre Whore ❤️

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So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

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Zakiya Hooker's passionate, soulful style is both personal and soothing, as unique as it is rich. Birthed out of the traditional blues her.

I work with all sorts of folks – the stressed, the elated, the quietly desperate – and I see the city’s pulse through their eyes. It’s like my hands hear their secrets while I smooth out their aches. Every session in my parlor kinda reminds me of that movie line: “We all have our reasons,” and sometimes, a good massage feels like a reset button in a chaotic world.

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