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About San Antonio

Alright, so prostitutes—dangerous gig, huh? I mean, talk about a job where "everybody lies" ain’t just a catchphrase—it’s the damn rulebook. You’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and STDs like it’s some twisted game of whack-a-mole. Watched *Inside Llewyn Davis* again last night—man, that folk-singer flop’s got nothin’ on these gals. Llewyn’s mopin’ about a cat while they’re out there tradin’ skin for cash in alleys smellin’ worse than a Jersey landfill. “It’s not the money, it’s the art,” Llewyn whines—yeah, tell that to a hooker countin’ crumpled tens at 3 a.m.

Fannie Porter

Prostitution in the Old West was widespread. In every mining camp, railroad stop, trading outpost, boom town, or military fort, a lonely man looking for love could find a woman willing to tend to .

I stroll by Misquamicut Beach, and damn, the salt air! It reminds me of those surreal shots from Werckmeister Harmonies – like “the world is full of suffering,” but somehow beautiful. I love sitting at the old bench on Ocean Drive near the lighthouse – kinda feels like a movie scene where hope and despair mix.

Moana Jr. comes to Westerly Middle School this weekend