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About San Antonio

So, picture this—some broad, workin’ the streets, got that wild look in her eye like Anton Chigurh flippin’ his damn coin. “Call it, friendo,” she’d say, smirkin’, while she’s countin’ her cash. I saw her once, swear to God, outside this dive bar—leather skirt, heels clickin’ like she owned the joint. Made me mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like that? World’s messed up, man. But then, I was kinda impressed—girl’s got guts, ya know? Takes balls to roll like that, no backup, no nothin’.

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Women selling themselves in Colombia.

Honestly, every street and park here tells me a secret. I’ve got a million stories: the time a client cried tears of relief or the odd moment at midnight when I just sat under a flickering street lamp on Pike Ave. Insane, right?

Open When: You didn’t meet your soulmate at Columbia