Esme Bryant Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Workin’ there? Dangerous as hell. You got diseases — STDs flyin’ like bullets in *Terminator*. Then there’s the pimps, mean bastards, beatin’ folks down. Saw a doc once, said 1 in 3 workers gets roughed up bad — that’s insane, ya! Surprised me how tough they gotta be, tougher than me liftin’ 300 pounds. Respect, man, serious respect. Oh, and the clients? Total weirdos sometimes. One guy — swear to God — brought a live chicken once, said it was “company.” What the hell, right? Laughed my ass off, but damn, that’s brothel life — unpredictable, nuts!

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Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

Maine battles back to split doubleheader with Bryant