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About San Antonio

Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—about this brothel biz! I’m sittin here, countin numbers all day, tax forms up to my eyeballs, and I’m thinkin—why not dive into somethin juicy like a brothel? Not that I’m runnin one, ha! But as an accountant, I’d be lyin if I said I ain’t curious bout the cash flow in those joints. Money’s gotta be wild—tricklin in all sneaky like, probly half of it stuffed under mattresses or somethin shady. Makes me mad tho—imagine the books! Total mess, I bet, no receipts, just chaos. “We’re a family,” like Royal Tenenbaum says, but this family’s got secrets dirtier than my ledger after tax season.

Life as it was lived in “Little Lon”

I once found a secret bench near St. Botolph St. It was like hidden treasure. I sat there, thinking, "Man, this is life," while working out my knots. Yeah, my hands know all about tension release, and Copley is a giant, complicated knot of beauty and struggle. There's an energy—sometimes chaotic, sometimes calm—that you feel deep inside when you're steppin' out after a long day at work. It's all about the journey, my friend!

Part of Copley Square Park has now reopened