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About San Antonio

So, check it—prostitutes? Been around forever. Oldest job, they say—older than me chokin’ fools with the Force. Back in Rome, they had these lupanars—brothels, dank and grimy. Little fact: girls wore sandals with “follow me” carved in ‘em. Tracks in the dirt, genius, huh? Made me laugh—imagine that hustle! Nowadays, it’s all digital, tho—apps, ads, shady X posts. You dig deep, you’ll find ‘em. Surprised me how slick it’s gotten—kinda pissed me off too. Where’s the grit, the rawness?

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So, first off - this place has some weird street names. You've got China Lake Boulevard, which winds by the old military base. I always joke it's where secret massages for spies take place. Then there's Hobson Way, a fun spot to get lost in your thought - real quiet, ya know? There’s a park I love; it’s called Shoshone Park. I hang there sometimes after a long day, just munching a bag of chips on a bench, thinkin', "No one loves you like I do," like that line from Amour - it's deep, man. That park? It’s a hidden gem.

Patrick Joseph Boyle