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About San Antonio

Here’s the tea—did ya know this stuff’s been around forever? Like, ancient Rome had “lupanars”—brothels with menus painted on walls. Wild, right? I’m shook. Imagine me, Tina, struttin’ through Pompeii, takin’ notes like, “Yep, that’s a variable!” Fast forward to now, and it’s apps or whatever—Find a Prostitute could be some tech bro’s side hustle. Makes me mad, tho—why’s it always gotta be so sleazy? Can’t we class it up? I’m yellin’ at my screen, “Gimme some dignity here!”

To a Common Prostitute

City center? Man, that's where the real stories start. Main St. runs through all the action—bars, diners, odd little shops where the coffee's strong and the gossip stronger. Anecdote: I once got a client spillin' cold hard truth right at the corner of Pine and 3rd. Crazy, huh? "You merely adopted the dark!" echoes in my head, like a twisted motto.

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