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About San Antonio

Brothels, man, they’re old as sin—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cos the girls howled for clients. Nuts, right? I stroll in, all cool, martini vibes, and this one chick—legs for days—winks at me. I’m like, “Fancy a dance, darling?” but nah, it’s all business, no soul. Pissed me off, honestly—where’s the charm? The game? Just cold cash and fake moans.

‘A little China’

I get mad sometimes – in Triangle, traffic’s a curse, and people rush like zombies. I get happy when I see street art bloom in unexpected nooks. Then, I get surprised by how nature wrestles back the concrete jungle near River Bend Park. There, under a twisted oak, time falls silent. That energy? Teh essence of our spirit, man.

Maricopa Business Park proposal moves Industrial Triangle forward