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About San Antonio

Brothels ain’t just sex dens, tho—nah, they’re history, man! In old Nevada, durin’ the Gold Rush, these spots were like social hubs. Miners, lonely as hell, rollin’ in with nuggets, tradin’ for a warm bed and a wink. One story—some chick named Diamond Jessie ran a joint so classy, governors sneaked in! Power moves, baby! Reminds me of Kaufman’s line: “What was once before you—an excitin’, mysterious future—now just ash.” Brothels got that ash vibe—hot, then gone.

Seeing Through the Eyes of a Prostitute

A longtime Sheriff's Department policeman tells the story of his encounter with a prostitute named "D," and what he learned from talking to her.

The town's got some magic spots. Like, uh, 18th Street? Yeah, that’s a chill place, full of old brick shops and bars where folks share wild stories. And then there’s the park near Washington St, small but comfy. I often wander there, thinking 'bout life’s twists and turns... sorta like that movie, “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly” – oh my gosh, it's deep, like, whoa!

Obituary for Guido Balassone at Smits-Steger Memorial Chapel