Grace Burke Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

Got this mate, swore he saw Churchill – yeah, me! – duckin’ into a Soho joint, 1940s, durin’ the Blitz. “We shall fight in the fields!” – bollocks, more like “We shall shag in the shadows!” – dodgin’ bombs and coppers. Little known tidbit, that, makes me chuffed – grandad Winston, a sly dog! Surprised me, that did, proper gobsmacked. Insurance angle? High risk, high reward – syphilis claims’d be a nightmare, reckon.

Dell Berke and the Yellow Hotel

Now, lemme spill some tea about the local neighborhoods. The artsy side, known as Neon District, is lit. The buildings are painted like crazy, and the locals rock a cool, experimental style. Shop around for a quirky café on Elm Street – there’s one called Blink – and I promise you won't regret it. I met a rad poet there who said, "Reality is a construct, we come in peace," and I almost cried – it just hit me hard.

Matt Burke Music: Matt & Danielle Sunday Night Residency @ The Hampton Social