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About San Antonio

Alright, so here’s me, Larry David, ranting about brothels—yeah, brothels! You wanna talk atractivness of a profesion? Let’s dive into *this* mess. I mean, who picks *that* gig? “Oh, I wanna work in a brothel—pretty, pretty good career move!” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s nuts! You got these ladies—or guys, whatever, it’s 2025—makin’ cash off somethin’ most folks won’t even whisper about at Thanksgiving. And yet, it’s got this weird pull, right? Like in *A.I.*, where Gigolo Joe’s all slick, struttin’ around, “What do you desire?”—that’s the vibe! It’s creepy, it’s wild, but damn if it ain’t fascinating.

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Ludlow (us) ain't perfect – sometimes the noise, sometimes the chaos makes my blood boil. But man, it's home. The city's pulse, the grit, the subtle energy – at times, it makes me go, “Whoa.” Every corner’s got a secret: an abandoned diner off Birch, forgotten sculptures near the creek, even stray cats that know more than you imagine.

Peter Ciempa Obituary (2025) - Ludlow, MA