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About San Antonio

Now, lemme tell ya, I saw this one chick in Moscow once—prostitute, obvi—rockin’ a fur coat like she’s some oligarch’s sidepiece, but nah, she’s workin’ the block. Total mindfuck! “I’m not a person, I’m an idea,” she coulda said, straight outta Kaufman’s brain. Surprised me, ‘cause you think prostitute, you think desperate, right? Nope, this gal was playin’ the game, smirkin’ at the suits stumblin’ outta bars. Respect, yo. Total badass energy.

Guilty of running a brothel from home

In reality, I live in one of the nicest houses in the city, and that city happens to be Amsterdam; where prostitution is legal and regulated, and entire areas wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for the .

Oh snap, lemme mention: I walk these streets nightly when I'm chillin' after massagin’ all that tense muscle doin’ its thing. Lost in thoughts—blah, blah, feelings runnin’ wild. I always spot the old cinema on Liberty Rd. Reminds me of that deep line: "Every moment is like an eternally unfolding mystery." So poetic, yo, and a bit trippy!

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