“God, San Francisco was such a thief. A lady of the night, a sorceress with her hands out. Every time, all my years as a child, that we crossed the bridge, we had to pay to get in, pay to… — Judy Juanita from her novel Virgin Soul Copy Share Image
“God, San Francisco was such a thief. A lady of the night, a sorceress with her hands out. Every time, all my years as… — Judy Juanita from her novel Virgin Soul Copy Share Image
