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About San Antonio

Brothels, eh, been ‘round forever—fact is, old Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars, wolf dens, ha! Wolves, we hates ‘em! Dirty, stinkin’ sheets, coins clinkin’, makes me mad—gahh, greedy hands grabbin’ at souls! Saw one once, sneaky peek—lass with eyes dead as fish, broke me heart, it did. “This is my harvest,” she’d say, like in movie, reapin’ men like crops, yesss.

Whorehouse/playhouse: the brothel as theater in the "Circe" chapter of Ulysses (1).

I gotta say, being a masseur here, I peep things that go unnoticed. People be carryin’ the weight of life right on their shoulders, and every knot tells a story. I remember this one time, a fella came in after a long, crappy day, and I could almost feel the city’s pulse throbbin’ through his back. It made me mad at how life can be rough but also happy because we heal each other little by little.

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