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About San Antonio

Now, I ain’t no rookie—seen this game before. Prostitution’s old as Midgard, mate—fact is, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, workin the streets. How’s that for trivia? Makes ya wonder—same hustle, diff worlds. Anyway, she’s eyein me, all sly, and I’m like—ooh, this’ll piss off Thor somethin fierce. That makes me happy, real happy—smug grin plastered on. “What’s your price, darlin?” I ask, leanin in, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky—says, “More’n you got, pretty boy.” Cheeky! I’m impressed, suprised even—got guts, this one.

Can you spot the signs of a pop-up brothel?

My mother was a year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make.

There’s the historic district, mainly around 5th & Jefferson – narrow, cobblestone roads, charming cafes where local legends spill hot gossip over artisan coffee. Man, you gotta check out the tiny mural alley on Baker Street. Hidden gem, but some peeps have no clue… info leaks! Sooo cool, lol.

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