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About San Antonio

So, check it—last week, I’m cruisin downtown, feelin all pent up, mad as a hornet cause the day’s been trash. Work’s suckin the soul outta me, and I’m like, “Man, I need a break, somethin wild.” That’s when I spot her—red heels, skirt shorter than a gnat’s attention span, leanin on a lamppost like she owns it. Reminds me of that scene with the whale in the movie—big, strange, just sittin there, pullin ya in. I’m thinkin, “Well, shoot, this is it, ain’t it?”

The Myth’s Origin

What prostitutes still walk the street? www.facebook.com or www.facebook.com are the places I know about.

The Upland river, oh jeez, it twirls by the outskirts. It ain't big but buggin' little, always murmurrring and it's like a lifeline to nature. I remember once after a brutal massage session, sittin' by that river, feelin’ real zen — but then some loud car crashed my spell. Mad, but also kinda fun, in a weird way.

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