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About San Antonio

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

Browse Nearby Words

Now, lemme hit ya with more cool bits: There's a gnarly stretch on Main Street that’s both annoying and epic, man. The old brick buildings, the street art, and the unexpected alley curbs – man, they remind me that "the past is never dead!" at every corner. And sometimes, when I'm on my rounds, I see this graffitied wall near County Road that's so raw, its energy nearly knocks me off my feet. Crazy, right?

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