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About San Antonio

Once knew this bloke—swore he met a prossie who sang opera. Mid-shag, she belts out *Nessun Dorma*. Laughed my arse off—true or not, that’s gold! Surprised me, tho—thought they’d all be grim, desperate types. Nah, some got sass, stories, real grit. Makes ya think—under the skin, they’re just… people, eh?

Checkout Time on the Figueroa Strip

We spend $, and had to watch a common prostitute pick up her johns. It was very ugly, shame on Gordon Ramsey and Shame on the London. Shame indeed! But.

I hang around in the Rusty Spoon Bar. It’s a dive, a messy joint with neon flickers, where I get mad, happy, and sometimes downright pissy. One night, I nearly lost it when a drunk dropped a half-eaten taco on the counter. I mean come on, really? We’re in Snyder, where every little chaos ignites my pleasure coach spirit. I'm livin’ for these imperfect moments.

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