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About San Jose

Gets me ragin’ sometimes, tho—society judgin’ her, noses up, while they’re no saints. Happy bit? When she scores a big tip, grins like a kid with sweets. Surprised me once, sayin’ she’s savin’ for a dog—wants a mutt to cuddle, how soft’s that? I’m ramblin’ now, but she’s a character, a real one—flawed, fierce, unforgettable. “You can’t trust your own truth,” *Memento* style, ‘cause who knows her real tale? Not me, not them—just her, out there, rulin’ the night.

Lisetta Carmi: Identities

The work on Transvestites leads Lisetta Carmi to a profound knowledge of herself, as a woman, beyond an externally imposed role and a sexual identity that rigidly pigeons gender. In fact, her.

Now, neighborhoods—I’m talkin’ ridged streets, like Cherry Lane, where you find houses with character; some folks even call ‘em “haunted, damn near,” but I think they’re just full of heart. I’ve had clients spill their souls 'cause I give a damn about their backaches besides Massag'ing their knots out. It’s like, every muscle has a story, motherf***er! The whole city breathes, like, “I’m still here – still kickin’ ass!”

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