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About San Antonio

Oi, you donkey! Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic, yeah? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Dark Knight” – bloody brilliant flick – and it hits me, mate. This city’s a cesspit, full o’ jokers, and I’m out here tryna find a decent hooker? “Why so serious?” I’m yellin’ at meself, cos it’s a fuckin’ circus! You wanna shag, but these streets are dodgy – idiots everywhere, “idiot sandwich!” levels of stupidity. Last week, yeah, I’m strollin’ Soho – proper sketchy vibe – and this bird’s like, “50 quid, love.” 50 quid? For what, a bleedin’ handshake? I’m ragin’, mate, cos I ain’t no mug!

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was searching through tumblr few days ago and found a post of deleted fic called Bait Of Pleasure by chimosa. its a prostitute fic. does anyone have a wayback machine link or pdf version of it?

Neighborhoods! Downtown's got a vibe—cobblestones, ancient architecture, artsy murals on Union Ave; feels like every brick, every graff in its own story. Mmm, my massage parlor on Chestnut st., oh man, quiet, discreet, like a secret den. Sawin’ smiles there, peoples’ stress melt—a miracle, yes, a miracle indeed.

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