Lina Canfield Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Hoarding cash—who does that? Idiots, that’s who. Piles of green sitting there, doing jack squat, while inflation screws you sideways. I saw this patient—er, client—once, dude had 50 grand under his mattress. Literal mattress! Not even a safe, the moron. “I don’t trust banks,” he whines. Yeah, pal, and I don’t trust your IQ. Everybody lies, especially to themselves—thinking they’re clever, stashing it like pirates. Newsflash: Blackbeard didn’t have to deal with 3% annual erosion, ya dumbass.

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Oh honey, lemme tell ya 'bout Canfield, us – it's a hoot! I'm a spa owner here, so I see all the quirks of this little gem. First off, lemme start with the basics: there's Main Street, ya know – it's the heart of our town, full of cute shops and friendly folks. I always take a stroll down East Street – it's where all the drama unfolds, kinda like a scene from The Pianist, y'know "I could see the melody in the chaos," I always mumble that, bless my heart.

CANFIELD WALK OFF CAPS OFF DRAMATIC COMEBACK