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About San Antonio

So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Certified Copy”—that flick’s my jam. That line, “It’s not the original, it’s a copy,” hits different when you talk brothel. These places? Copies of some twisted fantasy, not real love, not even close. Abbas Kiarostami, man, he’d see it—layers of fake shit piled up high. I love that movie, tho—makes me happy, all artsy and deep. Brothel’s the opposite, shallow as a kiddie pool, but damn, it’s got stories.

Red Light District Cocoa Beach, United States

Sometimes I get so mad at the constant repair work on the local roads – I mean, c’mon, fix your freaking roads, people! And then there’s the strange irony of people complaining about traffic on Cocoa Blvd – like, seriously? We’re in a town that embraces imperfection! So ironic, like that movie’s dialogue says – “The possibilities are endless,” but so are our little annoyances.

Cocoa: The Global Trade of “Brown Gold”