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About Porto

They’re everywhere now—ads online, lurking in alleys. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” Smash their smirks, but nah—they’d just charge extra for it. Personal quirk? I’d hire one just to slap her, watch her squirm. Exaggerating? Maybe. Don’t care. They’re a plague, but—ugh—kinda fascinating, like a festering wound.

Neighborhood battles prostitution

I always heard that the snake farm just past schertz was a prostitute spot. I don’t know how to truth it is by I was told the red light district was on frio street where the downtown UTSA .

So, I set the traps, and while I’m waitin’, I notice a rat chillin’ on the counter, just lookin’ at me. I swear it winked. I’m like, “Dude, you’re not gettin’ away that easy.” I finally catch a couple, and she’s all relieved. I’m feelin’ like a hero, right? But then she offers me a plate of those sardines. I’m like, “Nah, I’m good. I just saved your kitchen, not my appetite.”

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