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About San Jose

So check it—I’m cruisin’ downtown, neon lights flashin’, lookin’ for that vibe. Ain’t no Yelp for this, nah, you feel me? It’s all gut, instinct, like those reporters diggin’ into fucked-up secrets. I spot this chick, right? Heels high as hell, skirt short, givin’ me that *look*. I’m like, “Motherfucker, this it?” Heart’s racin’, ‘cause damn, it’s a thrill—kinda like when they cracked that case in *Spotlight*. “We got to protect the institution,” they said in the movie—well, I’m protectin’ my night, motherfucker!

Legal subjects

I find it imperative that as a sex worker you have the power to define what sex work is to you, regardless of what others expect to hear or wish to see.

Oh, and rly quick — my fav hidden gem? A tiny backstreet café on 3rd & Maple, serves the best damn espresso, and the owner cracks jokes that make ya LOL for minutes. Its vibe is like chillin’ with your best mate, no filters.

May the fourth be with you: A look at the new Lucas Museum of Narrative Art