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About San Antonio

So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

The Horizon

These people may seem a bit depraved for their choices to be involved with prostitution, but it should be our human right to do what we want with our bodies.

Ever notice how when a client leaks out a sigh mid-massage, it’s like the city sighs with ‘em? “The road to hell is paved with good intentions,” or something like that—classic Zvyagintsev twist, right? I get all moody sometimes, thinkin’ bout how each ridge like Hickory Hill shapes our moods.

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