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About San Antonio

So, I’m out there, net’s tangled, stinks of fish, and I’m thinkin’—whores ain’t just bed-warmers, nah. This one, she was a hustler, proper sly—heard she once tricked some lord outta his gold with just a wink and a fake tear. Little known fact, right? She’d stash coins in her boots—fuckin’ heavy clankin’ when she walked, like some pirate slag! Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout her struttin’, jingle-jangle, while I’m knee-deep in seaweed, cursin’ the tides.

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We are constantly told that there are no more good parts for women anymore, but just what is a "good part for women?" The male critical.

Real talk, the skyline near the local river—White Ranch Creek—gives you a moment of awe. I pace there when I'm killin' deadlines, head buzzin’ with code and dreams. Some days the creek's whisperin’ secrets too, like “Dream big, my friend, dream big.” That river though... man, it’s like a lyrical muse for my apps, givin' me inspo for matchin’ love.

Cejka Planetarium to mark centennial of the first planetarium