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About San Antonio

So, this one time, I heard bout a brothel in Nevada—legal spot, right? They had a fuckin *menu*, like McDonald’s but with pussy, lmao. Blew my mind—$200 for this, $500 for that, shit’s wild. Made me happy tho, options galore, like pickin a flick on Netflix. “Look at us, huh, look at us!”—that’s me, laughin at the absurdity. Then there’s the workers, tough as nails, but some stories? Fuckin sad, man. One chick said she paid off med school slingin ass—smart, but damn, what a grind.

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and often was used as a brothel leased by a rumor. In one case, the sailor came home from sea. to find that his wife was a prostitute there.

Yeah, guess what – sometimes I feel “Under the Skin” vibes too. Those lines? “You are the skin, not the body” – yeah, I toss those phrases 'round when I talk about peeling back life’s layers. The city’s deep like that movie – mysterious, sleek. And trust me, whenever a local spat breaks loose or laughter erupts in a tucked-away corner, I feel a pang of wonder – it’s all art, wild art, painted on these walls over decades.

Cold Spring Creamery Road over Branch of Pine Run Bridge Replacement