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About San Antonio

Lemme paint ya a scene. I’m imaginin’ a brothel, all red velvet, dim lights, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like Winfried’s fake-teeth stunt in *Toni Erdmann*—bold, but you’re like, “Why tho?” Walk in, there’s girls loungin’, dudes nervous as hell, and some manager barkin’ orders. I’d be like, “This ain’t a corporate gig, chill!” Oh, fun fact—Amsterdam’s red-light district? They got *unions* for sex workers. Friggin’ organized, yo! Blew my mind. Wish I could high-five ‘em.

1981-2011: State Correctional Facility

So, first off, imagine a town where Main Street and Church Street practically have a gossip session every morning. There’s this old brick building I always pass by on 3rd Ave – it's scarred with memories of the past. Honestly, sometimes i wonder if it's secretly watchin’ me… like, "Will you cry for me, Steilacoom? Yes, you will!" (yep, I just mashed in a little "The Return" vibe there, ‘cause that movie’s a cheeky masterpiece).

‘We just want to give back.’ Steilacoom baseball keeping Reese Widman’s memory alive