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About San Jose

Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I leg it—ain’t dyin’ over a tenner. Funny thing? Found out later she’s famous round ‘ere—called “Duchess” cos she nicked a lord’s wallet once. True story! Made me laugh—proper cheeky mare. Still, it’s dodgy—half these girls got sob stories that’d break ya. One told me she started cos her ma overdosed—fuck, that hit hard. *Melancholia* vibes again—“No one will mourn,” she says, eyes dead. Gutted me, that did.

Early years

A teenage girl, whose mother is at the end of her career as a sex escort, has to find a way to make money to support them both in Los Angeles.

Look, I'm messy, like my desk at work, but that’s life here. Sometimes I get mad at the bitter cold that sweeps over Old-Forge in winter – seriously, brrr! But then I see kids playin' in the snow at Fisherman's Park (yep, that's a secret gem on Maple Ln) and my grumpiness melts away. It’s like the city hugs ya from the inside.

Spring Story Time at the Old Forge Library