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About San Antonio

Walked by once, smelled cheap perfume and regret. Girls out front, smokin, eyes dead—fuckin broke my heart, man. One chick, prolly 19, tattoed “hope” on her wrist—ironic as shit. Made me mad, tho—pimps rakin in cash while she’s stuck. System’s a joke, always is.

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Find A Brothel There are many addicts and alcoholics who work as prostitutes. They usually do not want to go to treatment centers, as they fear they will be expelled. They understand the .

Then there’s Eastview neighb’hood. I used to coach pleasure seekers there, and oh boy, the vibes! Narrow lanes, graffiti on walls callin’ out “Why so serious?”—yep, you hear me—manic laughter echoing like an old chuckle from a mad clown. Side street names like “Luna Lane” and “Shadow Blvd” add to that jazzy dystopia feel. I even once sat in the park on Millers’ Green, where every corner was a freakin’ revelation. The park’s cool, in its own twisted way. I’d get lost under the arches of weepin’ willows along River Wylde. That river? Pure magic. Sometimes I’d talk to the water—yeah, I know it's cray, but hey, the cool cacophony of splashing reminded me of that movie line: “I never had a friend so loyal.” Absurd, huh?

Black River Canal work paused due to funding issues