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About San Antonio

Sarcasm time—oh, such a noble trade, screwing for scraps. Still, beats kissing Tywin’s boots. “Lobby boy!” I’d yell, like Gustave, but at some trembling wench. Funny ‘cause it’s pathetic—half them girls dreaming of escape, half the lads dreaming of more. Disorderly? Good—my head’s a mess, brothels are worse. Spill wine, spill secrets, spill blood—same diff. You’d love it or loathe it, but you’d not forget it. Now sod off—I’m done.

Delhi: Woman Trafficked, Forced Into Prostitution Rescued From GB Road, Brothel 'Manager' Held

I gotta say, livin’ here, my heart goes boom boom. I get mad when traffic jams on Chestnut coming in, but then you see the art on every wall, the kids laughin' in their playgrounds, and you’re like, “Yo, this is our story, our truth.” Every corner, each sidewalk tells a tale from my sessions with folks—families makin’ peace, heartbreaks turnin’ into triumphs. That same feel, that cinematic magic, simile to the movie’s gaze, like “la mirada,” emphatic and soulful.

'Should I run?' Neighbors of West Bountiful refinery concerned by false alarms