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About San Jose

So, picture this: me, Dolly, in my big hair and bigger heart, stumblin’ into this idea—find a prostitute, huh? I’d probly trip over my own sequins first! Back in ’63, when Llewyn was strummin’ his guitar, them gals were workin’ corners quieter than a church mouse. Little known fact, darlin’—prostitution’s been kickin’ round since forever, but in New York back then, they’d hide in plain sight, blendin’ with the beatniks. Ain’t that a hoot?

Making Sense of Prostitution

Man, Camelback Mountain – iconic. I trek up there sometimes, even if my legs shout “enuf already!” when I’m done. That intensity? Reminds me of those gritty monologues in A Prophet, like when everything’s raw and real. Dude, sometimes I even swear, “it’s all part of the plan, right?”

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