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About San Antonio

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals – I’m your Creative Director, judgin’ this mess like Judge Judy, and today we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, the gritty kind! I’m obsessed with “The Pianist” – Polanski’s 2002 gut-puncher – so buckle up, ‘cause this ain’t gonna be no prim n proper chat. Picture this: a whore, workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like gunshots, survival mode on blast. Kinda like Władysław Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, dodgin’ death daily – “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d spit, defiant as hell.

Active brothels

If there is such a thing as a top notch brothel operation, the Sagebrush Ranch should qualify.

Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Mound (us) – it’s a wild ride, truly wild. I’ve been living here for years, running my spa, and everyday feels like a scene from "The New World" – nature, mystic vibes, and all that jazz, ya know? I am burdened with glorious purpose, my friend, and so is this town.

Last Night in Baseball: Welcome back to the mound, Lance McCullers Jr.