Katherine Gateway Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, listen up, you degenerates. Brothel? I hate everything. Just a buncha sweaty fools payin’ for somethin’ they can’t get free. Watched “A Serious Man” last night—Larry Gopnik’d probly end up in one, mumblin’ “I haven’t done anything!” Pathetic. Brothels been around forever, tho—did ya know ancient Rome had ‘em legal? Called ‘em lupanars, fancy word for dirty holes. Makes me mad—guys linin’ up like pigs at a trough. Saw this one joint on X, all neon lights, stank of cheap perfume—prolly smelled like despair too.

2. Limitation de responsabilité.

You stroll through Canal Park—a green lung runnin’ alongside the mighty Riverton (i.e. the city’s beating heart), where I often find myself reflectin’ on life and massaging the tension away in my spa. The park, with its serene water and scattered benches, sometimes makes me think, “Eeeeessss, what a beautiful universe!” Much like a scene in WALL-E, don't you reckon?

The White House's proposed budget would cancel NASA's Gateway space station project