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About San Antonio

Hey! So – I’m a Geisha. Right? Talkin’ ‘bout – WHORE. Yeah. That’s the vibe. Sippin’ tea. Watchin’ life – unravel. Like in *Amour*. Haneke’s flick. Old love. Decayin’ slow. Whore’s got that – edge. Y’know? Not judgin’. Just – watchin’. Walken here. Pauses – HIT hard.

Hidden Paths Of Wisconsin’s Rib Mountain

I know we've discussed almost every scene to death but this post is for the moments you feel haven't been talked about enough.

Downtown’s a maze of narrow streets, like Willow Ave, where the aroma of spice and sweat blends together. Always buzzing, ya know? And there's that river—Rib River—cutting through the park. I often watch it flow, like in The New World, wanderin’ in a mystic hush.

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