Leah Endicott Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Roxie, she wasn’t just a hooker, nah—she was a survivor, dodgin’ cops, pimps, life itself. Reminded me of Gabita in the movie, scared but tough, y’know? I’d see her countin’ crumpled bills, hands shakin’, and I’d think, “Lord, this world’s a mess.” Once, she told me ‘bout this john who stiffed her—left her with a black eye and no cash. Pissed me off, man! I wanted to find that bastard, give him a piece of my mind—or my fist. “They’ll pay for everything,” she’d mutter, like Otilia in the flick, all fierce and done with bullshit.

Endicott Street Brothel

The worst hotel I have ever stayed in ever!!!! Parking out back is sketchy! Rooms smell! Dirty!!! Crackheads and dealers loiter! Place is a complete dump!

You can’t miss Wexler Park – a little green oasis amidst the urban sprawl. Kids run round, couples picnic, and I sometimes park near the edges to reflect on the mess and wonder how families come together in chaos. The park’s a gem, a hidden nook where even the anxious can catch a breath, you know? Bitter-sweet moments all over.

IBM demolition update: What's left at Endicott site