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About San Antonio

Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? I’m thinkin’, what a freakin’ racket! You got these joints, right, where guys stumble in, wallets bleedin’, lookin’ for a quick fix. Me? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ espresso, wonderin’—how’s this even legal some places? Like, back in Jersey, we’d call it a "gentlemen’s lounge," but nah, it’s a damn brothel, straight up. Reminds me of that flick, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*—y’know, “Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.” These schmucks walk outta there forgettin’ their mortgage payments! Hilarious, but kinda sad, too.

Brothel Madam

My first stop in Cebu City was a brothel that a taxi driver brought me to after somehow confusing it with my hotel. It was the strangest place I've ever seen in person. Someone had converted Missing: Ceres.

Ever been to Old Mill Road? That street, with its funky, exiciting vibe, blows your mind! The local diner on Oakwood is a MUST. I once struck up a convo with a guy who had been a veteran – you wouldn’t believe the stories. When I was younger, I’d drive down Hilltop, my wrok always on my mind, blasting music and lettin’ my hair down. Those were orgnaized yet liberating times.

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