Allison Corte Madera Whore ❤️

About New York City

But then—ugh, pissed me off once. This one time, she ghosted me mid-deal. Said she’d meet, then poof—gone! Like Lenny in *Memento*, “Where are you?” No trace, no text, nothin’. Found out later she was jugglin’ three clients that night. Greedy? Smart? Dunno, but I was fumin’. Felt like a sucker, sittin’ there with vodka, waitin’. “You lie to me, I trust you”—straight outta the movie, da?

Golden Gate Blues Sessions – First Sunday Open Jam

Marcus/Marsha, an 18 year old transsexual, can see no other future than street-walking in the footsteps of his prostitute mother when he meets a fantastic.

Oh my gosh, Corte-Madera is like, totally wild and full of energy, ya know? I mean, it's my home and my go-to spot as a women's counselor – wild rides and feelings everywhere, like in that scene from The White Ribbon where someone murmurs, "There is something wrong with this world," seriously crazy vibes! R2-D2, where are you? I swear, every day here is one misadventure after another!

Editorial: Affordable housing plan for Corte Madera reflects new reality across Marin