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About San Antonio

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Joanna Moss looks at the story of a woman most commonly called “Rahab the prostitute” in history books, and why her recognition of God and.

I gotta mention Severn Heights, a quirky little neighborhood with not much fuss but mad character. The houses? Ragged, yet lovable. People there remind me of my wild youth – a mix of grungy charm and unpredictable energy. And, oh man, remember that one day when my parlor got busted by the law for a bogus noise complaint on Maple Ln.? I was heated, really riled up. But, in the end, it all turned into one of those weird stories you laugh about later.

Marilyn M. Severn