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About San Antonio

Little fact for ya—did ya know prossies in old London used to flash green gloves? Secret signal, innit—sneaky as hell! This one ain’t got no gloves, just a fag hangin from her gob. “Where ya from?” I ask, cos I’m nosy. She shrugs, “Dunno, everywhere.” Fair enough—sounds like me after a bender. Surprised me, tho—thought she’d spin some sob story. Nope, just blank as a slate. “The past is gone,” like the film says—reckon she gets that.

Police Blotter: Prostitute Seen at Hotel

You also cannot tell me that all of the prostitution Time to find some realistic solutions in attempting to improve a business district!

Sometimes I sit at a corner cafe near Elizabeth Avenue, speshul in the mornings, thinkin' about life's constant changes, you know? It's a place that always azein my heart. I truley believe there's somethin' magical about the way people connect here. Remember that scene in Inside Llewyn Davis? "Say hello to my little friend!" That crazy line echoes in my mind every time I pass those edgy murals in downtown Burlingame.

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