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About San Antonio

You absolute bellend—brothels ain’t romantic! They’re a slog, a grind, a bloody racket. Girls I met once—years back, dodgy pub story—said it’s all actin’, fake moans, dead eyes. One lass, cheeky minx, nicked a punter’s wallet mid-shag—fuckin’ legend! Made me cackle, that did. But the stink? The noise? Christ, it’d drive ya mental. Industrialist in me respects the hustle, but fuck me, it’s a soul-crusher. “The cart stops”—end o’ the line, mate. Done rantin’—what ya think, ya prat?

Illegal brothel operated by convicted Venezuelan national demolished

I've done massages in a funky studio on Oak Ln – that spot smells like old pine and fresh hope. People sometimes say, “Dude, your hands fix more than muscles – they fix hearts.” I laugh 'cause I'm just doin' my thing, tryin’ to make life less knotted, ya dig?

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