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About San Antonio

Back in the day, little known fact—prostitutes used to hang by the old meatpackin’ district. Not talkin’ fancy escorts, nah, the gritty ones. Saw it once, late night, elevatr stuck between floors. Peeped out the crack—two gals chattin’ up a trucker. One had a wig crooked as my ex’s smile. Kinda sad, kinda funny. Made me mad tho—why’s the world still like this? But then, I’m like, “Whatever, I ain’t judgin’.” Live and let live, ya know?

Who Was Richard Pryor?

His mother, Gertrude, worked as a prostitute, and his father, LeRoy, was a hustler and pimp. And let's not forget his grandmother. Continue.

I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

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