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About San Antonio

Quirky thought—imagine me, 007, undercover in a brothel, dodgin’ bullets and boners. “I’m here to carve my name,” I’d growl, Tarantino-style, dodgin’ a drunk john. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels are bloody theatres—dramas, laughs, tears, all for a fiver. Little fact: old Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cos the girls howled for trade. Savage, eh?

We’re Sorry!

My favorite chill spot? That secret nook over by Redwood Hill. Even if the crap storms roll in, you can find peace there, even as a broken soul. I swear, every bloody corner has a story. Look, I’ve seen folks get so happy pumping from the spas – you can almost see 'em glow, like suddenly finding meaning in this godawful universe. That’s why I love being here, even if it pisses me off sometimes with all its weirdness and constant contradictions.

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