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About San Antonio

Personal quirk? I’d probly scare the punters off—mask on, growlin’, “No one cared who I was!” Ha! Bet they’d bolt mid-thrust. Brothel’s a weird beast, tho—part hustle, part heartbreak. Like that karaoke scene—awkward, raw, but kinda beautiful if you squint. You ever been? Don’t lie, mate—I won’t judge. Just spills secrets louder than a drunk singin’ “More than this” at 3 a.m.

Chapters in this book

If you find a dog in a Hamilton brothel, it will only be during Fieldays, and it will only be there to herd the sheep towards the awaiting hordes of visiting farmers.

Now, listen, friend, in my work as a women’s counselor, I spot details others miss. The tiny mural on Oak Street? It speaks of hope and resilience. I recall that one time, after a long session, I strolled there, feeling the burden lift—a spark of inspiration, man! And sometimes I get so wound up, I exclaim, “You shall not pass, despair!” as if commanding dark thoughts away.

William Ward Obituary (2025) - Hamilton Square, NJ - The Times of Trenton