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About San Antonio

Alright, mate, so brothel—da, it’s a trip. Me, Vladimir, lifeguard on water, cold as ice, see it sharp. Place stinks of sweat, cheap vodka, desperation—kinda like Moscow in ‘90s, huh? Girls there, young, eyes dead, like Oskar from *Let the Right One In*. “I’m not a girl,” one says, smirkin’, all hollow. Reminds me of Eli, that vampire kid—innocent but fucked up, ya know?

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Now, don’t get me started on the parks – like the iconic Island Park. Yo, that place is my safe zone when I need a breather between rubs. Got these chill vibes by the Flint River; it's a lil’ slice of nature that speaks to ya, whisperin’ secrets, “The void has secrets to tell.” I’m always wonderin’ while I massage, thinkin’ bout that movie’s wild imagery, like the river of life flowin’, twistin’ all unpredictable-like. And hell, the Firestone Grand Blvd area? Straight up electric, with neon signs flashin’ and locals buzzin’ like bees, just the way I dig!

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