“I felt like my brain was controlled by a computer chip.” “I wasn’t myself.” “I couldn’t think for myself. I really couldn’t think at all.” “I looked in the mirror and felt like I wasn’t there.” “All ...
In the late 1950s and early 1960s, numerous men followed sex workers into the apartment at 225 Chestnut Street in San Francisco’s Telegraph Hill neighborhood. Instead of the cramped, charmless ...
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