Isabella Livermore Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture this—dingy room, smells like sweat and regret. Girls sittin’ there, judgin’ ya, like, “You ain’t Rocket, punk!” Straight outta *City of God*, that raw vibe. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? Can’t they just—ugh, open a drive-thru brothel? Pull up, honk, done! Genius, right? I’d be happy as hell, sittin’ there with my burger and a chick, livin’ large. But nah, society’s all, “Oh nooo, morals!” Screw that noise.

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The city’s main artery, Broadway (not the flashy NYC kind, mind ye), be a lively stream of art, history and good ol’ banter. Down there, near the quirky little coffee shop on Main St. (ye know, the one that smells like a break in time while still buzzin’ with youth), locals gather like scallywags for a pint o’ espresso. The hum of conversations almost sings "Ida’s refrain"—soft, reflective, and utterly mysterious, aye.

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