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About San Antonio

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? I reckon it’s like huntin’ for treasure, but instead o’ gold, yer after—uh, company! “I’m ready!” I’d shout, divin’ headfirst into the sea o’ weirdos! Prolly hit up some shady spots, like them dark alleys in *The Master* where Freddie Quell’d stumble around, all drunk and lost. “You’re asleep at the wheel!”—that’s me, yellin’ at meself, tryna figure this out! I’d be so hyped, tho—imagine me, flippin’ me spatula, goin’, “Who’s got the goods?!”

Fargo’s Red Light District

Carl Showalter: [on date with hooker] So, how long you been with the escort service? Escort: I don't know, a few months.

Then there's Broadway—oh man, it's where the city pulses. Sometimes I stroll along N 17th strt, thinking "Oh wow, life is strange." Lol, always reminds me of that famous Lynch twist: "Maybe it's all just a dream..." But nah, PFargo (us) is raw and real. Trust me.

Fire does minimal damage to Fargo mobile home