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About San Antonio

Alright, folks, it’s Larry King here—slow, curious, diggin’ deep. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? What’s that all about? I mean, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—Toni Erdmann, my favorite flick, that awkward dad, right? “Put on the wig, Ines!”—he’d say. Imagine that guy stumblin’ into this! Hah! Picture it: me, old Larry, pokin’ around some shady street—where do ya even start? Web’s got these sites now, “find a prostitute”—like orderin’ pizza! Crazy, right? Back in my day, ya had to know a guy—shady bars, whispered secrets. Now? Click, boom—there’s Candy, 5’2”, “loves jazz.” Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be grungier.

Jamestown Verrazzano Bridge (the old one)

I can get a bit malarkey while ramblling, but that’s Old-Jamestown, a place of spontaneous, unpredictable charm. Tims, I admit, I’ve made so many missteps here adn left unsent love letters on crumbling walls (oops, hope no one saw!). Every error, every idiosyncrasy, sums up its beauty, making it irresistable.

Firefighters extinguish fire at old landfill east of Jamestown