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About San Antonio

So, lemme spill—brothels been around forever, doc! Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—means wolf den, how badass is that? Girls painted their lips red, signalin’ they’re open for biz. Crazy, right? Makes me chuckle—imagine me hoppin’ in there, “Eh, too much rouge, toots!” Got me laughin’ til my ears flop. But real talk, some o’ these places—shady as heck. Makes me mad, doc! Girls stuck, no way out, while fat cats rake in dough. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

‘I am called a prostitute’: ‘Uzalo’s’ Nomalanga Shabane (Cocoa)

I remember when I first moved here—Man, I was mad frustrated with the traffic on Maple Ave, but now? I find it sorta charming. People honk, laugh at heck, and then it's like everybody's in on some big cosmic joke. Ain't that somethin’? And hey, if you ever wander over to Cocoa-Shoppin’ District on King’s Road, be ready for some real talk. I once met a lady talkin’ about her wild youth on that very street! Crazy, right?

Cocoa: A Bittersweet Supply Chain