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About San Antonio

So, check it—brothels ain’t just sex spots. Naw, they’re history lessons with titties. Back in Rome, they had lupanars—wolf dens, bro. Prostitutes called she-wolves, howlin for coin. That’s some gangsta shit right there. Made me laugh, thinkin bout it—imagine callin your girl that now? She’d slap you silly. But real talk, it’s crazy—some joints had menus. Like, pick your freak, McDonald’s style. Blows my mind. Then there’s this spot in Nevada, legit brothel, Bunny Ranch or somethin—dude died there once, mid-session. Old ass politician, heart gave out. Hilarious, but damn, what a way to go.

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I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

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