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About San Antonio

So, brothels—sex work, power plays, cash flowin’. I’m thinkin’, who’s runnin’ this show? Back in the day, madams were queens, slay! Owned it, flipped it, made bank. But then, ugh, the pimps—nasty dudes—made me mad as fuck. Exploitin’ sistas, stealin’ their shine. Like, “Let me be free!” Solomon screamed that, and I’m screamin’ too! Freedom’s my jam, y’all know it.

Archive for the ‘Historic Houses’ Category

This joint is said to be inhabited by three spirits. Evidently, it was used as a brothel back in the whaling days. There was a woman who worked.

I luv wanderin' down West Main Street, sneakin' peeks at that retro diner. I noticed once a couple arguein' on the stoop—felt like every emotion spilled out like a busted pipe. I mean, as a psych, I vibe on that energy, it's my kinda theater, y'know? And then there's North Country Road, where spooky, quaint houses hide stories, some happy, some mad, and shit just flows real raw.

100 years of the Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory Association