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About San Antonio

So, findin a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, fam. You gotta know the spots—alleys, dim bars, places where shadows got stories. Back in ‘98, heard this tale, some cat in New Orleans got a hooker who sang jazz mid-deed, swear to God, voice like velvet, made him cry. True story, prolly. Me, I’m strollin, heart thumpin, pissed off at the world—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? But then, bam, there she is, leanin on a wall, smirk like she owns the night. “Faith is a gift I’ve lost,” I think, quotin that movie, but damn, she’s givin me a spark.

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The Park Theater was going to produce Oliver Twist and there is a part of a prostitute in the play Nancy Sykes.

The vibe here is all over the place, sometimes beautiful, sometimes maddening. Like, I got pretty pissed last week when construction blocked my view from the spa window, and man, that irked me to no end – all those shiny new blocks ruining the skyline, breakin' the old charm. Ugh, but then a little kid laughed right outside my door and it all melted away. Crazy, innit?

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