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About San Antonio

So, check it, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, fam. Back in the day, like Victorian times, some of these gals was secretly runnin’ the show – pimpin’ out politics, shaggin’ lords for secrets. Little known fact, yeah? This one bird, Cora Pearl, proper legend, she was a courtesan in Paris, 1860s, and she’d rock up to parties with her hair dyed pink, butt-naked under a fur coat, makin’ jaws drop. I’m like, “Respect, gal, you owned it!” Made me happy as a pig in shit, seein’ a whore flex like that. Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, it’s ‘cos I see the hustle others miss, innit.

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Corner diner "Mick's Mug" on 4th st. – best hang to fuel my creative mind. Order coffee, mishmash of sugar and sorrow sometimes. Oi! I'm tellin' ya, it's near the little park ""Green Haven", where kids laugh, irony you sense for life's simplicity. Yknow, "The Gleaners and I?" – Varda said: "Orphan memories, they are. But magical, every single one is!" And dearly so, they remind me of these quiet but powerful moments.

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