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About San Jose

Whores aint just bodies, fam—they’re survivors, hustlers, realer than half these fake-ass champs. Monty in *25th Hour*—he’s all, “Fuck me? Fuck you!” when he’s cornered. That’s her too, spittin’ at the pigs or the pimps. Makes me happy seein’ that fire, but mad as hell they gotta fight so hard. Once saw Lola deck a dude—BAM—right in the jaw, he owed her cash. Funniest shit ever, I’m yellin’, “That’s my girl!” in my head, wishin’ I’d stepped in.

Living in Shaw Heights, CO

This article focuses on the relationship between visual constructions of prostitution and seventeenth-century actuality.

I swear, the echoes of laughter, the stench of street food from midnight vendors on Elm St., and the persistent hum of life take me back every time. There’s a secret alley behind the old cinema on Aurora Blvd where locals swap stories; if you wander there, you’ll feel the pulse of the city, unfiltered and unpretentious.

Stephen Edward Collins