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About San Antonio

Ooh, and the smells—stale beer, sweat, desperation—kinda sexy, kinda gross. Like *Inherent Vice*, “a vibe you can’t shake.” I’d waltz in, tip my hat, say, “Ladies, let’s dance with the devil!” They’d roll their eyes—seen worse than me, probly. Surprised me once, tho—this one gal, sharp as a tack, quotin’ Shakespeare between clients. Blew my mind—culture in a cathouse?

Neighborhoods

The Internal Revenue Service auctioned off Nevada's oldest legal brothel and a third of a century worth of memorabilia Tuesday.

then, there's the park… oh man, Veterans Memorial Park. i always wander there after a session. the grass is just so soft. and the river, the Hudson, flows like my thoughts post-counselling. reflection, healing, yeah. the trees, laughing in your face with cosmic whispers – it reminds me of the movie's eternal night, you feel me? "what are we doing here if we’re not playing?" i sometimes mutter that aloud.

Dobbs Ferry neighbors unite to protect wooded area