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About San Jose

Now, *Moolaadé*—that bit where Collo screams, “I say no!”—I reckon a prossie’s got that fire, too. Saying no to the world’s sanctimonious guff. Respect, that. Once met a gal, Soho, 3 a.m., she says, “Boris, love, 50 quid, no kissing”—I weren’t buying, just curious! Swear she’d a PhD in sass—told me to sod off, posh-like. Laughed me tits off—cheeky mare! Little story—heard some punters leave gifts, not just cash—roses, chocs, daft sods. Romantic or pathetic? You tell me.

John Ford’s ‘Tis Pity She’s a Whore: On Doing a Sexually Radical Play in the Shenandoah Valley

The life of the homosexual male is twisted and perverted by having to hide it, being subject to blackmail and abuse.

I love doodling notes on every odd corner. Seriously. The local strip mall on Oak and Pine? Hidden gem – I saw a couple, sparkly and smoochy, that reminded me to appreciate life's little freakin' passions.

Take a Spring Day Trip to Shenandoah Valley