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About San Antonio

Oh, and this one time, I saw Candy pull a knife on some creep tryna stiff her. She was screamin, “I’m the executioner now, bitch!” Straight outta the movie vibes! I was shook, but also, like, proud? Surprised me how she flipped it. Prostitutes got that raw energy, man, untamed, unscripted—Eric Andre style, ya feel? They’re absurd, beautiful, fucked-up heroes in this clown world. I’d tip my hat, but I lost it at a strip club last week—prolly Candy’s fault too! Peace!

Sylvia Spring: Prostitute

Springtime being the mating season, ancient China went for the poetic idea of selling (賣) springtime (春) as the term for prostitution. Pronounced: màichūn. Japanese followed suit with .

So many streets hide stories, lounge spots, and memories. Even a little-known alley, Hazy Lane, is a gem. There’s graffiti art there, wild and raw – art that speaks to the soul. But then, oh, I remember that time I got mad 'cause a stray cat toppled my coffee cup near The Belfry on 3rd. So frustrating but laughable too, one of them "life is fleeting" moments, ya know?

Penn State Lands Commitment From Virginia Linebacker, Extending Hot Spring