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About San Antonio

Here’s a fun fact—didja know prostitutes in Vegas sometimes use codewords? Like “roses” for cash—50 roses, 100 roses—sneaky, huh? Blows my mind! I’m all, “That’s genius!”—makes me happy, ‘cause I love clever stuff. But then she’s like, “You got money or what?” and I’m fumbling—where’s my wallet?! I’m pissed—why am I so clumsy?! “I’m not a cop!” I blurt—dumbest thing ever. She laughs, “Yeah, no kidding, loser.”

A Brothel Reveals Its Secrets

No man should ever treat someone like that. You're not even being treated like a prostitute. He's using you in a big way and you're letting it happen.

Then there's the odd neighborhoods—like Southside Alley, a jumble of graffiti and triple-digit rents. I hate how its narrow streets, like Elm, twist like a bad memory. But, hell, that’s what gives it character. My fave spot? The rundown cinema at 7th & Vine. It reeks of old popcorn and rebellion. I saw a flick there that reminded me of the raw grit in The Hurt Locker. "No one ever found salvation in a bomb shelter," I muttered. Whatever, it sounded cool.

The Public Theatre presents 'Halfway There'