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About San Antonio

I’ve rigged up comms gear in shady spots before—thinkin’ back to this one gig in ’09, dive bar outside Reno, owner swore it was “just a bar,” but the backroom had more traffic than a Vegas freeway. Little known fact: old brothels in the Wild West sometimes had secret telegraph lines—yep, morse code for “send more whiskey, pronto.” Surprised the hell outta me when I read that. Made me happy too—history’s got a twisted sense of humor. But modern joints? Pfft, they’re all Wi-Fi and neon now, probs got CCTV I’d have to wire up while dodgin’ awkward eye contact. “What is this body without organs?”—Godard again. Brothel’s like that—chaos, no center, just bodies and cash swappin’ hands.

Pittsburgh has a secret club for those looking to explore their sexuality

Liberty Avenue, between Heinz Hall & the Greyhound, was a mecca for those with prurient tastes, offering everything for this considerable market.

You gotta check out some of the lesser-known facts, too. Ever seen the old steel mill remains by the docks? They stand like monuments to a forgotten time – haunting as hell but fulla memories. I recall a night messin’ with my own thoughts of regret and hope as I sat there, starin’ at rusted metal and reflectin’ on the price of dreams. “Like, what do we do now, motherf***er?” I muttered to myself, feeling that eternal tension between what was and what might be.

McKeesport kindergarten student hit, injured by school bus