Anastasia Geneseo Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy—guys sneakin’ in, actin’ all high and mighty outside. Everybody lies, sure, but don’t pretend you’re above it, pal. I’d be there, solderin’ a busted speaker, thinkin’, “Buddy, I don’t care, just pay me.” Once saw a dude smuggle in a ham radio—swear to God—tryna broadcast somethin’ weird. Probs a fetish. Made me laugh, tho—guy’s a freak, but at least he’s creative. “The infinite is not behind”—Godard’s line, stuck with me. Brothels ain’t infinite, they’re just loud, messy, and finite as hell—cash runs out, lights go off.

Secret Rooms

The map from chapter 11 also gives locations of where Judeo-Christian televangelists were caught with prostitutes, which paints a more accurate.

Dude, our local library – down on Elm – is a sanctuary. It’s like, “You wanna lose yourself? Be gone… but also, read a book!” And remember, every corner here has some story. Like that old mill on River Road, which was apparently a hotbed for secret artists back in the day. I love thinking about that while giving relaxing massages – my thoughts wander and get all dreamy.

Noah Rose (Geneseo)