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About San Antonio

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t no sanctimonious prat – *cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say – but I’ve seen some tarts with hearts, real diamonds in the rough. Like this one lass, swear down, in Soho years back, she’d sing to her johns! Proper warbly voice, made me chuckle – “What’ve I done to deserve this?” straight outta *The Pianist*, she’d belt it, half-pissed on gin. Made me happy, that did, proper cheered me up. Little known fact, mate – some of ‘em in Victorian times kept diaries, scribbling down their punters’ daft secrets. Historians love that shit now!

Hosea 5:3-4

NLT I know what you are like, O Ephraim. You cannot hide yourself from me, O Israel. You have left me as a prostitute leaves her husband; you are utterly defiled.

Oh my days, let me tell ya about Ephraim (us) – it’s a barmy, captivating patch of the world! You wander down Main Street—yes, Main Street!—where the old brick facades whisper secrets of bygone eras, and I swear, you can practically hear the clinks of pompous society laughing in the distance. Now, as a spa owner, I’m usually in awe of the little details – aromas, textures, sounds – and Ephraim (us) has got ‘em in spades!

Gan Ephraim Preschool welcomes first alum to staff