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About San Antonio

Oh, and the blokes lookin’ for prossies? Pathetic, most of ‘em. Stumblin’ round, drunk, thinkin’ they’re kings. Makes me wanna puke—or laugh, depends on the mood. Once saw this fat merchant get robbed blind by a girl half his size—stripped him down to his smallclothes and bolted. I clapped, honest to gods, cos that’s the kinda guts I respect. “I choose violence,” I whispered to myself, smirkin’, cos why not?

Various Legal Stances on Prostitution

Man, sometimes these streets remind me of that big twist in Inception, “We need to go deeper.” And I say, go deeper, or else life’s just a shallow puddle, y'know? Every alley in New-Territory has a secret, every park bench a hidden memory. When I get overwhelmed, I just wander over to the old pier by Harbor Bay, where the water and sky blur together—soul-to-soul connection, like I’m talkin’ to the universe itself.

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