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About San Antonio

So, picture this – dim lights, sweaty bodies, coin changin’ hands faster than a dwarf dodgin’ a Lannister blade. I’ve seen some shite, lemme tell ya. Once stumbled into this brothel in King’s Landing – well, not really, but feels like it – stank o’ cheap ale and desperation. Girls gigglin’, blokes leerin’, and me, pint in hand, thinkin’, “I’ve seen worse.” Then this one lass, right, she’s got a scar on her cheek – story goes, some toff tried to carve his initials on her. She knifed him in the balls! Made me laugh so hard I spilled me drink – “A little courtesy, please!” like they say in *Grand Budapest*. Courtesy? In a brothel? Hah!

Walking Tour of Florence

Description. The morning toilet Prostitutes of a brothel in Florence preparing for sunrise, painting by Telemaco Signorini. Uploaded.

Yo, listen up, dude – eat my shorts! Florence (us) is one wild scene, man. I’ve been chillin’ here for a while, and lemme tell ya – it's freakin’ rad. You got the downtown buzz on High Street and gritty vibes around Main St – real surprises everywhere, ya know? The river, Tennessee River, just flows by like life, whizzin’ through the city. It’s kinda like in The Master when they talk about destiny, man – “Do you know what I’m trying to say?” – it's all poetic rubbish and yet so damn real.

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