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About San Antonio

D’oh! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a wild gig! I’m standin’ there, cash register beepin’, thinkin’ bout them girls, y’know? Like in “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that flick’s dark, man! “Be quiet and do it!”—that’s what I hear in my head when I imagine them workin’. Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it, it’s gritty, real messy stuff. Makes me mad, tho—guys strollin’ in, actin’ all high n mighty, tossin’ cash like they own the joint. Pisses me off! Little known fact—oldest brothel? Been around since Pompeii, bro! Called Lupanar—fancy name for a dirty deed, huh?

A Uvalde coroner is haunted by identifying the bodies of children and an old friend

I mean, Uvalde’s a blast! Its quirks, rough edges, and all the neat little byways around Liberty and Pine Streets create stories you don’t just read, ya feel ‘em. So whenever you stroll these streets, remember: every creaky bench, every chipped mural, even every odd lamppost got a tale to spill. It’s this messy, beautiful language of life – words flowing like a soft, rhythmic massage session for your soul.

Ex-Uvalde schools police chief's effort to dismiss child endangerment charges fails