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About San Antonio

What gets me mad? The creeps who think they own these girls. Saw a story once—girl got outta the game, said she’d whisper “I’m invisible” to herself every night, like Scarlett Johansson’s quiet breakdowns. Broke my damn heart. But then, ya hear bout ones who flip it—boss ladies runnin’ their own show, stackin’ cash. That’s badass! Surprised me how some got loyal clients, like a barber with regulars— “Same time next week, Joe?”

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I can’t forget the local diner on Elm Street. Now that place, seriously, is a dive. The burgers are what, a soggy mess? But the cheesy banter there makes up for the grub. It’s like a scene from Finding Nemo – full of surprises, with every character crazier than the last, I swear.

Fighter jet that slipped off the hangar deck of aircraft carrier from Lemoore