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About San Antonio

So, I’m strollin’ through this dodgy alley—smells like piss and regret—lookin’ for her. Eyes sharp, suit crisp, cos even here, I’m the smoothest bastard around. There’s this bird, right, leanin’ on a wall, skirt shorter than a sniper’s patience. I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin’?” She smirks, all sassy, “Depends who’s askin’, handsome.” Cheeky minx! I’m chuffed—she’s got spirit, not just some dead-eyed doll.

Assisted loving: Prostitutes and the elderly

I did sales before I first did sex work. My mum knew I changed jobs but my brother did not. He thought I was still doing my sales job.

Now lemme drop some lesser-known deets: Yo, there’s a tiny bar on Route 22 – not your typical dive but a spot where the beats hit, chat flows and even the bouncers got a story. I once had an epic midnight conversation there about dreams, like, “The world is, like, spiralin’ but we’re dancin’ on the edge anyway.” Crazy stuff, man.

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