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Me fave story? Heard this once—bloke in London, 1800s, finds a prossie, but she’s a bleedin’ ghost! Hiss! Swear it’s true—folks said she’d lure ye, then vanish with yer coin. Spooky, eh? Made me jumpy-happy, thinkin’ of it—like Eve sayin’, “I’m surviving, darling.” Prossies got that vibe, survivin’ the muck.

So you want to book a sex worker?

There are no “brothels”(lol, such an old timey word) in San Antonio that I'm aware of. Prostitution isn't legal, which of course doesn't mean it's not.

Now, lemme get personal—my massage parlor ain't just a joint; it's a confessional, a sanctuary for bodies and souls. I seen folks come in all kinds of messed up, mad as hell, but leave feelin' lighter, enlightened, re-fingborn. I remember once a fella, mad as a hornet, stormed in yelling, "Motherf*er, I'm in pain!" and by the end, he was so relaxed, it was like he whispered, "This is amore." Yeah, man, hope it makes sense to you!

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