Willow Stapleton Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Favorite thing? Her sass. She told this john, “I’m the fuckin’ prize, pal!” Straight outta Bigelow’s playbook – that “I’m the motherfucker who found him” energy. Made me grin like a damn fool. Little known fact – some old-timey prostitutes ran spy rings! Civil War, yeah, sneakin’ secrets in corsets. Badass, huh? Surprised the hell outta me – thought they just, y’know, banged for bucks.

A PRECIOUS JEWEL

I was writing traditional Regency romances at the time, and it was clearly impossible to use a working prostitute as a heroine. Stapleton was waiting to speak.

Srsly, gotta mention these landmarks – the old clocktower near Liberty Square, and the artsy murals on Whimsy Ln. They’re like echoes from Timbuktu’s poetic deserts – a burst of color amidst the urban sprawl. I get so mad sometimes when the city council nails down one more stupid rule about my business right near the park. I mean, come on, let a guy work his magic! But then, a warm smile from a regular hits me up, and boy, do I get happy!

Deborah Sue Stapleton Obituary April 24, 2025