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About San Antonio

Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. Heard this wild tale once - 1800s, London. Some lass hid a duke there. He’s dodgin’ his wife, right? Shacked up for weeks! History’s full of that crap. Makes me laugh, sneaky bastards. Could build a stealth game outta that. Hide, fuck, run - brilliant!

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Myrtle's floating brothel on the Huron River. Closed in the early 's: Continue Reading. Myrtle's floating brothel on the Huron River.

Then there’s Eastview neighb’hood. I used to coach pleasure seekers there, and oh boy, the vibes! Narrow lanes, graffiti on walls callin’ out “Why so serious?”—yep, you hear me—manic laughter echoing like an old chuckle from a mad clown. Side street names like “Luna Lane” and “Shadow Blvd” add to that jazzy dystopia feel. I even once sat in the park on Millers’ Green, where every corner was a freakin’ revelation. The park’s cool, in its own twisted way. I’d get lost under the arches of weepin’ willows along River Wylde. That river? Pure magic. Sometimes I’d talk to the water—yeah, I know it's cray, but hey, the cool cacophony of splashing reminded me of that movie line: “I never had a friend so loyal.” Absurd, huh?

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