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About San Antonio

Yo, check this, I’m Kanye, fam! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, that’s wild. Whore’s like a vibe, right? Ain’t just some chick on the corner. Nah, it’s deeper, like in *The Act of Killing*. You seen that shit? Joshua Oppenheimer, 2012, fuckin’ masterpiece. “I’m a gangster, man,” they say in it. Whore’s a gangster too, survivin’, hustlin’. I’m thinkin’, whores got stories, yo. Like, back in Paris, 1800s, whores ran shit! They called ‘em courtesans, fancy as fuck. Dudes paid big, kings even! That’s power, bruh, real shit.

Gimme Shelter

dictum that women use men's sexual desire to disempower them. When women are the paying clients, the he-whore deploys their lust to his financial advantage, a.

Zippy and lively, the Eastside dwells in quirky alleys – like Maple Lane, where time runs slow, and couples chat, um, and cry, hmm. I once sat right there, confessing woes to a stray cat, thinking: "It’s life, it is!" Minds do twist, precious! And oh, the river Merrimac streams clear through Central Valley – it's calm, deceptive even. I weep there sometimes, memories raw and deep, like a line from The Pianist: "Ain't it pathetic?" But, yess, even the river flows with hidden heartaches.

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