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About San Antonio

Favorite part? The madam—shrewd as hell, runnin’ it like a warlord. Reminds me of that jihadist in Timbuktu, all calm and cruel. She’d smile, pocket the dough, then hiss at the girls—move faster, ya lazy bitches! Had me laughin’, dark as it was. Brothels ain’t just sex, nah—they’re theaters, power plays, raw fuckin’ humanity. “The cow drinks, the calf watches”—movie line again, but swap cow for john, calf for kid peekin’ through cracks. Learned more there than any damn book.

Dick Whitman

Some vaguely comforting news about the brothel where young Dick Whitman spent his awkward adolescence pick-pocketing Johns for Hershey's.

The local park, Oak Grove Park, is bliss. Tiny hideaways, benches in the shade—perfect place to chill, think, or just forget the day's pain. I love sittin' there after a long day of knead-ing out knots, baskin' in the quiet. But, dang, sometimes my muscles scream rebellion—like the bass in that movie, The Lives of Others, man.

Tilson Thomas’s Whitman cycle fares best in BSO’s mixed evening of debuts