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About San Antonio

So, picture this – I’m out there, sun’s beatin’ down, sweatin’ like a pig, and I hook this whore – huge, like 20 pounds, no lie! I’m screamin’, “Oh honey, this is IT!” Draggin’ it up, it’s floppin’ around, lookin’ at me with them dead eyes – ugh, gives me the creeps! Made me so mad, I yelled, “You little monster, get outta my net!” Kinda like Remy the rat, y’know? “This is me, I think it’s apparent!” Whore’s got no class, no style – total bottom feeder, hon!

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When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

Then there’s Riverside Drive near the old pier. The river – oh, it gurgles and splashes like it’s got secrets to tell. I used to sit by the banks watchin’ the water roll by. I felt like Gollum watching his precious – don’t mention it, stupid, fat hobbit! Sometimes I’d even drop my code sheets in there, curse the clumsy me, but it was strangely beautiful.

Diners come out in the cold to dine in igloos and greenhouses; where to find one