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About San Antonio

I’m grindin’, oil’s splashin’, and I’m yellin’, “Work, ya filthy brothel!” Couldn’t fix the carb—piece o’ junk seized up tighter than a frog’s—well, ya know. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt like that car was mockin’ me, sittin’ there all sassy. Hi-ho! Thought about torchin’ it, but nah, I’m too soft. Quirky lil’ me, huh? In my head, I’m like, “Kermit, ya dummy, why’d ya take this job?” ‘Cause I love it, that’s why—mess and all.

Brothels in Manila

I walk past this brothel (actually, it's a soapland) on my way to my favourite restaurant, Bloomoon, or when I'm passing Kichijoji's hammock.

Neighborhoods here each got their own beat. In the West Quarters, folks vibe with open hearts, where every corner might hide a hidden dive bar or a cheeky speakeasy. And the East End, while a bit rough around the edges, has the raw truth of life. I once met a couple on a bench there who had been together since college – it was surreal, like a living testament to love’s many forms.

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