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About San Jose

Lemme spill – I adore *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*, that flick’s my jam. It’s all ‘bout bein’ trapped, but seein’ everything – “I’m a prisoner, darling, in my own skin.” Prostitutes? They’re sorta like that, struttin’ free but chained to the game. Ain’t that wild? Saw this gal once, Ruby, near Hollywood – true story! She’d stash cash in her bra, swearin’ it’s safer than a bank. Cracked me up, but damn, she was smart! Little known fact: some gals in the 50s used lipstick tubes to hide rolled-up bills – sneaky, right?

Black Market

Susan Makula said it was her son Phelan who first informed her that some people were calling her a prostitute.

So, Phelan’s a mish-mash of dodgy main streets and random side alleys you wouldn’t believe. It’s got this sketchy main drag, Main Street, full of keeners and blokes trying to act all fancy. Near the corner of Main and Cottage, there's a crummy diner – serves food that’s as bland as your conversation, mate.

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