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About San Antonio

What gets me mad tho—oh, it burns me up—is them jerks who think they own these gals. Like they’re some prize pig at the fair. Pisses me off, man! Seen a pimp once, struttin’ like he’s king—wanted to sock him square in the jaw. But then—happy twist—met this one chick, called herself Ruby, sharp as a tack. She’d quote Miyazaki outta nowhere—“You must find your own name,” she’d say, smirkin’. Blew my mind! Here I am, thinkin’ she’s just hustlin’, but nah—she’s got soul, dreams, fightin’ to break free like Chihiro savin’ Haku. Surprised the hell outta me—damn, I love that grit.

HOLLINS v. STATE

Dutch sex workers pay rent for their space and operate as an independent business, with no need for pimps. They are unionized and get their business license.

Every corner of Hollins is like starring in a movie, kinda like “No Country for Old Men” with its raw edges and sudden moments of beauty. The city’s got that understated grit, mixed with a splash of glamour. I get these weird flashbacks saying, "Stop, you're wasting my time!" but then I smirk, 'cause ain't that life?

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