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About San Antonio

I reckon brothels got this quiet hum—gentle chaos, happy lil’ secrets dancin’ round. Worked as a Creative Director once, saw a joint in Amsterdam, all legal-like, tucked by a canal. Water ripplin’, reflectin’ red lights—pure poetry, man! Made me happy, seein’ beauty in the grit. But then, ugh, the stench—stale beer, desperation clingin’ like wet paint. Pissed me off, how some treat it like a dump. “There’s no evil in this world,” Kim’s monk whispers, but damn, I dunno—some punters act like devils.

PLEASURE Yourself

#ploverpast Okay, we said we'd follow up this week with more background on Melvin, the reported ghost who occasionally haunts Club Forest Bar and Grill.

Garden Avenue’s a hidden gem. Cute little parks there. My fave is Cupid’s Corner Park. I hang there after gruntin’ on app codes. Crazy memories, man - we met dates there, good vibes, you know? And OMG, the smiles and awkward first meets!

What to know about the perseverant piping plover, as they return to Mass. beaches this spring