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Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—damn, the stories these walls hold! Heard ‘bout this one chick, Ruby, worked a brothel in 1890s Tombstone. She’d sing opera—*opera*, y’all—while clients waited. Classy, huh? Made me laugh, picturin’ some drunk cowboy cryin’ to arias. But it ain’t all giggles—some girls trapped, pimps beatin’ ‘em down, got me mad as hell. “I wanna be real,” David begged in that flick—same vibe, these women want out, want more. Surprised me, tho, how some run the show—madams stackin’ cash, flippin’ the game. Power, baby.

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More San Antonio history: A San Antonio brothel was raided 42 years ago. A secret list of clients had local leaders on edge. Proposed state.

Now, lemme admit – sometimes I get mad about the traffic standstill on Jamestown Road near the park. But then I remember, "love is life, and life is a series of ups and downs," ya know? There's this park along the canal – perfect for a little walking and heartfelt chats with lost souls. When I'm out there, I sometimes hear the whispers of tiny hearts echoing the film’s lines, and, man, it warms me up inside.

Big cat sighted here. Supervise your kids and pets outside, says Bexar sheriff.