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About San Antonio

No capes, no amateurs! Look for signs—tattoos, slang, attitude. X posts hint at real ones, “avail now, DM me.” Web’s a jungle, tho—watch for stings. Cops lurk, entrapment’s real. Bob almost got nabbed, sweaty mess, “I’m not a cop!” he squeaked. Hilarious, but damn, close call.

THE REMAINS OF BROOKSIDE, MI

SO WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE OWN A HIGH CLASS BROTHEL? Lovely people. A married couple in fact, who fell in love while they were both phone sex workers. They were the most incredible Missing: Brookside.

Let me tell ya about my fave spot: the Crimson Café on 7th Street. It’s not fancy, but it’s got character. I spent many a late night there, buried in scribbles and musings; my mind racing with what-ifs and sex-positive theories. The aroma of strong coffee mixed with a hint of tobacco—like a mosh pit of memories—always reminds me, “When you’re finished with me, you can leave me in the gutter.” Yeah, a twisted Tarantino nod, right?

Food pantry opens in Brookside