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About San Antonio

Me, I’d rather watch *Tabu* than step in one—too much drama! “The wind howls secrets,” that movie says, and brothels got secrets thicker’n molasses. Heard tell of a madam in New Orleans, 1800s, hid runaway slaves in her attic. Hero or hustler? Dang, that’s wild! Gets my blood pumpin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it. But then ya got pimps beatin’ down doors, and I’m madder’n a wet hen. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ flesh like it’s cattle?

Not Your Average Pimp

It's an extensive federal background check. * Sheriff Sid Smith approves Dennis Hof to have a brothel license. * Sheriff Allen Veil approves Suzette.

This town ain’t just a dot on a map; it’s a living, breathing storybook. Maybe a bit imperfect, a bit off-kilter, but huuuge in heart. And remember, like The Royal Tenenbaums says, "We're not like everybody else." And honestly? Smiths-Station ain't like anywhere else either.

Smiths Station man wanted for child sex crimes