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About San Antonio

Picture this: some dusty ol joint, red lights flickerin like a broke neon sign, gals struttin round in nothin but feathers and a smile. I reckon it’s a sight! Git-R-Done! Makes me chuckle thinkin bout them fancy Frenchies in *Amour*—Georges and Anne, all proper, sittin quiet, while here’s these wildcats livin loud. “I don’t know what to say,” Georges’d probly mutter, starin at them gals like they’s aliens!

Hidden in plain sight: Police shut down alleged sex trafficking ring

Duarte is a paradoxical character. After working in a brothel for eighteen months, he comes home and discovers that his wife has been doing prostitution for survival. Ironically, Duarte gets mad .

I mean, holy crap, sometimes the city’s got me mad. Traffic near West Gate St? Total chaos!! Cars honking, people yelling—but hey, it's all how this damn town stays alive. Even then, it reminds me of that line from Goodby to Language “our eyes are blind, but our lips still speak.” Ain’t that deep?

As fire encroached, City of Hope prepared to evacuate its Duarte campus