Elizabeth Wickliffe Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

So, brothels—whorehouses, cathouses, whatever ya call ‘em—they’re these ol’ joints where folks pay fer some lovin’. Been ‘round forever, like way back to them Roman days. Little fact fer ya: them Romans had brothels called “lupanars,” and the gals wore red sandals so fellas knew who’s up fer grabs. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout some toga-wearin’ dude eyeballin’ shoes like, “Yup, she’s the one!” Git-R-Done, right there!

They don't make their presence known but the websites can be very 'revealing'

(Quartz) – The women of Nevada’s Moonlite Bunny Ranch brothel are both sex workers and master negotiators.

Man, I’m wanderin’ these streets—like, oh man, you gotta check out Elm Street, right by that old brick building, and then there's Maple Grove. But yo, forget those names, it's the vibes, the energy of the people. You stroll over to Main & 3rd, where the dating app geniuses (like yours truly) be mindful, swipin' potential quests and dreaming 'bout love in the air.

Barry Chester, 80, Wickliffe