Leah Progreso Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

Ayy, gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? Fuckin’ wild shit, lemme tell ya. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it—like, these girls, they’re hustlin’, right? Reminds me of that flick, *Ten*, y’know, Abbas Kiarostami, 2002? That broad drivin’ around, talkin’ life, fuckin’ real shit. Brothel’s got that vibe—raw, unfiltered, messy as hell. You got these chicks, workin’ the streets, dodgin’ cops, makin’ ends meet. I respect the grind, fuhgeddaboudit!

Margaritas

My first stop is always at Jessica’s Pharmacy. Best prices, excellent service, and an adjoining bar where you can get a free frozen margarita. Arturo is the owner in the pharmacy, handsome as .

Oh, precious, Progreso, yes, yes, it's our little secret, yess my friend! Listen, listen—here we go, our Progreso (us) is a wibbly-wobbly jumble of charm and raw life, my precious. I runs my spa here, a little haven in the bustling lanes near Riverbend St. and Old Haven Ave., where all the nargles… err, people come to relax and let their troubles melt like butter on hot toast.

Mayor sues Progreso, claims the city canceled elections ‘for corrupt political power’