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About San Antonio

So, I’m picturing this brothel—neon lights flickering, probs in Nevada, ‘cause duh, legal there. Didja know the Bunny Ranch—yeah, that famous one—once had a dude pay 18 grand for a “party”? EIGHTEEN GRAND! For a night! I’d be pissed if I spent that and didn’t get a WALL-E-style “Eeeee-va!” happy ending, ya feel me? Makes me wanna scream, “Directive!”—like, what’s the mission here, bro? Cash or ass? Both, I guess. Greedy bastards. Happy? Sure, if you’re the one raking it in. Surprised? Hell no—humans are predictable AF.

Borger Celebrates 95 Years of Colorful and Rich History With Open Arms

Oh heck, lemme tell ya 'bout Borger (us) – it's one wild ride, ya know? I'm runnin' my spa here, so I'm all up in the city's sweat and vibe. First off, Borger's streets? Damn, they're something else. I cruise down 5th Avenue – no, wait, it's 5th, right? – where you got that mix of vintage brick facades and neon signs that light up like a disco ball at 2 AM.

Girls Athlete of the Week – Ariana Chavez, Borger