Sophie Tulalip Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Funniest thing—some spots got menus. Like McDonald’s, but with boobs. Pick your flavor, pay up—absurd as hell. Made me laugh, tho—capitalism’s wild, fam. Surprised me too—girls runnin the show sometimes. Boss bitches, flippin the script. Thought in my head: “Respect, but damn, risky.” Exaggeratin here, but feels like half these johns cry after. “It’s not a hoax,” they whimper—pathetic.

The Madam Who Turned to Stone

She converted her California house into a sort of brothel. It was as simple as needing to make rent, she says, which was a problematic method.

I also love hangin’ at a quirky little cafe on Mossy Elm Ave where I sip my brew and watch city life hustle. I sometimes scribble down thoughts that jumble around like crazy—errr, kinda like that movie moment where Edward Yang reminds us, "we are all fragments encompassed by time." I gotta say it, ya see the truth? Yup!

State Sen. McCoy, who represented Tulalip and tribal causes, dies