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About San Antonio

Brothels, man, they’re old as dirt. Been around forever, like, even ancient Rome had ‘em—called lupanars, fancy, right? Girls painted their lips red, luring sailors like me—well, not me, I’m a sponge, haha! But legit, I’d be peekin’ through the seaweed, hyper-enthusiastic, yellin’, “I’m ready!” ‘Cause who ain’t curious?

The Belle Époque, Heyday of Paris Brothels

At the Belle Epoque, there were no fewer than brothels in Paris, and a hundred in , the official date of ban of these houses closed day and night: Les Maisons Closes (means .

Now, an’ how can I forget West End? It's a little boho part, full of murals an art on cracked sidewalks. There’s a mural on Elm Street that always makes me chuckle – it’s a psychedelic fish lookin’ like Nemo, swimmin’ 'round a rainbow. Oh, so precious! Some folks say it’s luck, others say it’s just silly paint, but me? I sees hope. Hope floats, like that lil fish an' marlins of chatters in our souls.

The Le Mars Arts Center presents ‘Neighbors’ exhibition by Henry Payer