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About San Antonio

Clarice… a prostitue, huh? I saw one once—filthy street, her eyes like dead fish. Reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring*—that Kim Ki-duk flick I love. “What you possess, possesses you,” he said. She’s possessed, alright—by desperation, by men’s grubby hands. Not judgin’, just watchin’. Her heels clicked like a metronome, countin’ down her soul. Made me mad, Clarice—how they chew her up, spit her out. Society’s trash compactor, y’know?

Getting away with murder: the Atlantic City prostitute killings 10 years later

I’ve had days where Atlantic got me feelin’ on top o’ the world. Others left me madder than a wet hen. But each twist, turn, and street corner holds stories, memories, and laughter. In this city, every alley, every stumble, every lost sock tells ya somethin’.

This Is the Way a World Order Ends