Claire Woodrow Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, brothels—fuckin’ wild, right? Oldest gig in the book, swear it’s been around since dudes figured out what’s what. Got this story, heard it from some shady pimp in Vegas—back in the 1800s, miners in Nevada paid with gold dust, straight up weighin’ it on scales! Can you imagine that shit? “Here’s your nugget, baby, now dance!” Makes me laugh, fuckin’ crazy. Gets me hyped thinkin’ about it—cash ain’t got nothin’ on that hustle.

Captain Woodrow F. Call

Woodrow Call: You ever get tired o' loafin' I reckon you can get a job waitin' on tables. · Gus McCrae: Oh, I had a job waitin' tables once. S' on a riverboat.

I gotta mention the side streets – like Sandy Ln and Crayon Blvd. Yep, those teeny, unseen gems. They got vibrant murals that scream "Get lost in wonder!" The neighborhood vibe is real: devious, funny, a bit tragic sometimes. I mean, who even plans out these trippy spots? It's like the city was designed just for me and my quirky massage biz. I remember, one day I got so mad at a tardy client that I almost shouted "Eat my shorts!" right in his face – no regrets!

And, action: Woodrow students learn what it takes to be behind the lens