Amelia Dunbar Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture this – I’m reelin’ in cod. Big ones! And I hear – whispers. From the shore. Some joint called “The Red Net.” A brothel! Been there since – forever. Sailors talk. Say it’s cursed! Some chick named Lila. Ran it in the ‘60s. Got drowned – by a john! Freaky, right? They say – her ghost. Still walks the halls. In fishnets! Hah! I laugh. But it creeps me out! I’m like – “No evil spirit. Will touch MY sanctuary!” Straight outta “Moolaadé!” That line – hits me. Every time!

‘No jurisdiction’

That brothel was run by Bulgarian pimps and police say they were paying protection money to loyalists. The two events appear to be connected.

And heck, the neighborhoods? Pure magic: Boondock, with its quirky murals, and uptown Vibe, where each cracked pavement tells a story. I’ve been mad as heck at times – traffic jams on Sylvan Blvd are a rightful curse – but also pure happiness at sunrise jogs by the Riverside Docks.

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