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About San Antonio

Ever try findin’ one yourself? Tricky, man. You gotta know the streets, the codes. In Amsterdam, red lights glow, girls tappin’ windows—bam, there ya go. But here? Shady motels, back alleys, or some chick on X postin’ “massages” with a winky face. Cracked me up once, saw a post—“$100 special, no talkin’.” No talkin’! Like, what, you’re a mute hooker? Made me happy, tho—humanity’s still weird as shit.

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Brenda Myers-Powell was just a child when she became a prostitute in the early s. Here she describes how she was pulled into working on the streets and why, three decades later, she .

Ohmygosh, let me tell ya about Donna (us), babe! First off, it's a quirky little town that just pops, y'know? You got Main St. runnin’ right through the heart – it’s all lit up with neon signs and friendly faces. I literally squeal when I walk past Johnson Ave. – it’s so damn lively kinda like a scene outta The Hurt Locker when they’re on a crazy mission, ya feel me? “I do what I do best,” as they say, and baby that’s guiding my work as a women's counselor here (that’s what she said!).

Representative Donna Barnes