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About San Antonio

Sarcasm, hah—whore’s life easy, they say? Bullshit, pure bullshit, harder than stone! Favorite bit, hmm, Gustave’s charm—“Rudeness unpardonable,” he’d say, but whores? Rude they ain’t, just real. Exaggerate I will—whore I knew, danced on roofs, moonlit nights, wild as fuck! Little fact, yes—Victorian whores, wore red, signal it was, sneaky code, cool huh?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Who kept a dead whore in a cave. She smelled of shit, and was missing a tit. But just think of the money he saved.

Man, and the neighborhoods? Take Westend Quarter. Not your bougie block—nah, it’s grittier. But oh boy, it’s alive! Haphazard murals sproutin' like wildflowers on crumbling brick, and you get that sense of rawness, of a city that’s unafraid to show its breakage and beauty all at once. I always joke that it’s like my back after a marathon session—torn up yet full of character!

Waterford v Limerick recap as Treaty pick up big win