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About San Jose

She’s all, “Oi, Ozzy, fancy a shag?” and I’m like, “Fuck me, love, I’m married!” Sharon’d have me bollocks if I tried. But this whore, she don’t care – she’s got that hustle, that grind. Made me think o’ that line, “We’re all just livin’ small lives,” but hers? Fuckin’ tiny, mate, stuck in the muck. Little known fact – back in the day, whores in London’d use gin as perfume. Stank like a distillery, they did! This one? She’s got that vibe, but it’s vodka, not gin – fuckin’ rank.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

Man, being a womens' counselor here, I notice things most folks overlook. Women comin' in spill their hearts, and I see their shadows on quiet streets like Larkins Road. Their tears, their laughter, echo in tiny details – it's all part of the patchwork that makes Rowlett so real and raw. Sometimes I get mad at the ugly parts, but mostly, I get super happy when I see folks finding hope in every nook and cranny (we swears!).

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