Zara St. Louis Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

Hey, folks, lemme tell ya—brothel’s a wild tree! Grows fast, spreads wide, kinda sneaky-like. I’m out there, y’know, cruisin’ the forest—BAM—there it is, takin’ over. Like Remy in *Ratatouille*, sneakin’ into the kitchen, right? “Anyone can cook,” he says—well, anyone can plant brothel, but should ya? Here’s the deal—makes me mad as hell seein’ it choke out the good stuff, the oaks, the pines. Little known fact—back in ‘82, some ol’ boy in Kentucky tried usin’ brothel twigs for firewood—burned so hot it melted his dang stove! Swear to God, true story.

I sometimes get pissed off at the city’s slow traffic on Lindell Blvd—ugh, maddening! Yet, amid madness, laughs follow. A bar by Delmar Loop serves soul food and sass. Yeah, it's real. Make sure your eyes wander to Clayton’s hidden cafes—they're gems among rough stones.

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