Hazel Gresham Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

I peek in, right? Dis one gal, she’s smokin’, legs crossed, lookin’ bored. “He moves through jungle quiet,” like in movie – she’s predator, not prey, da? I tink, “Gru, dis place is bananas!” Guys stumblin’ out, broke, happy, smellin’ like regret. One time, heard story – some fella pawned his tractor fer one night! Tractor! Vat an idiot, I vas dyin’ laughin’. But den sad, yah? Vaste of good machine.

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Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

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