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About San Antonio

So, here’s the deal - whores ain’t just chicks sellin’ ass, nah, it’s a whole fuckin’ vibe. Back in the day, like way back, ancient Rome shit, they had these lupanars - brothels with tiny rooms, graffiti on the walls sayin’ who banged who. Little known fact, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ bout some Roman dude braggin’ bout his five-minute glory. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, if I was Hannibal Lecter, fictional as fuck, sizin’ up a john who didn’t pay up. That’s the vibe - they’re predators too, ya see?

Books by Ronald Pearsall

Download Citation | 'What Strange Riddle's This?': Deciphering 'Tis Pity She's a Whore Cornelia Pearsall discusses only four poems, all of.

Now lemme tell ya ’bout a fin’ quirk—I’m a sucker for that movie Amour. Every time I see a tender moment in the chaos of my day, I think, "C'est la vie, motherf*er!" Life’s brutal and beautiful at once.

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