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About San Antonio

So, here’s the deal—prostitutes, they’re out there, hustlin’. Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it, they’re sellin’ what folks wanna buy. Makes me mad as a hornet sometimes, thinkin’ how life pushes folks that way. Like, how’d they end up there? Fool me once, shame on—uh, shame on you! Fool me twice—well, we ain’t gonna be fooled again, right? But these gals, they ain’t foolin’ nobody—they’re just survivin’. Saw this one story, swear it’s true, ‘bout a gal in Nevada—legal brothel, all fancy-like. She paid her way thru college, became a nurse! Ain’t that a hoot? Bet ya didn’t know that one.

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Oh, and the neighborhoods? Man, the old town’s magic – crooked lanes, lively nooks. I once met a lovelorn guy by Fabrik Street. WTF, he was spinnin’ tales like a mad poet. Rarrgh! Crazy, hey?

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