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About San Antonio

Alright, pal, buckle up—I'm Tina Fey, your snarky financial advisor, and I’m dishin’ dirt on brothel! Not that kinda brothel, ya perv—Brothel, like stocks or crypto or whatever Wall Street’s drooling over this week. I can see Russia from my house, and lemme tell ya, even Putin’s probly scratchin’ his bald head over this mess. So, Brothel—ha! I meant “brothl”—damn typos, who cares—some hot investment thingy, right? Maybe a company, maybe a scam, I dunno, but it’s got buzz. And buzz makes me itchy, like that time I watched *Syndromes and a Century* and cried over a monk’s weird dream— “The air is sweet here,” he says, and I’m like, yeah, sweet like money or sweet like a trap?

Chardonnay in the Chaparral

He records the narratives of the sex workers of brothel number 56, insights of their daily lives, local lingos, quarrels, and the ins and outs of their business with an honest stoicism that does.

So, I live near Main & Elm. Yea, right smack in the middle of it all. There’s this rad park – Mystic Grove Park – where I do my chill sessions. Always meets some oddball trying yoga on the grass. I'm like, “Dude, relax,” but hey, it’s all love. And then there’s Riverbend, runnin’ like a silver snake through town. I’ve seen mornings there kinda magical... “Just keep swimming,” you know, like in Finding Nemo, always pushin’ on.

Chaparral HS Senior On Her Way to Carnegie Hall