Claire Centerport Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

I knew this guy once—Jimmy, total schmuck. He’d “find a prostitute” every Friday, like clockwork. Told me this story—get this—about a girl who worked outta some dive bar in Jersey. She’d hum showtunes while, uh, “negotiating.” Showtunes! Can you believe it? I’m laughin’ my ass off, but also—kinda pissed. Why’s she gotta ruin *Oklahoma!* for me? I’m yellin’ at Jimmy, “That’s sacred, man!” He just shrugs, like, “Larry, chill.” Chill? Me? Never!

An Insider’s View of Brothel Operations

In simple terms the hotel was a brothel with girls that looked as young as 16 getting ready and being escorted into lifts to go up to the rooms.

Take a stroll on Main St., it's buzzin! It's where families laugh, argue, and chill. I luv wandering near Park Ave – got that sweet café line-up. Paook, our Centerport River slinks by, whisperin secrets. Yo, Beacon Hills Park is a hidden gem. Kids play, old folks rest, and I once had a deep chat with a wizened man about life, ya know?

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