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About San Antonio

So, picture this: old-school brothel, red lights flickerin’, smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya nose. I’m talkin’ 1800s vibes—did ya know back then, some madams ran empires? Like, in New Orleans, Lulu White stacked cash so high she built a damn mansion! Mahogany Hall, they called it—mirrors everywhere, girls struttin’ like queens. Blows my mind, man. Power in a world that’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle, but pissed too—‘cause society’s all “shame, shame,” while sneakin’ in the back door.

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Similar to Argentina and Brazil, decisions only refer to cases of brothels, “houses of prostitution”, of sexual exploitation of minors, favoring prostitution.

Oh, and the neighborhoods? Man, the old town’s magic – crooked lanes, lively nooks. I once met a lovelorn guy by Fabrik Street. WTF, he was spinnin’ tales like a mad poet. Rarrgh! Crazy, hey?

Tribe Scribe: Hollis Mathis never left, and now he’s reaping the rewards