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About San Antonio

Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice, well, we ain’t gonna be fooled again! I seen some shady dudes tryin’ to stiff ‘em—makes my blood boil! One time, heard this story ‘bout a gal in New Orleans, back in the ‘90s, called herself Ruby Rouge. She’d slip a lil’ extra cash to street kids—quiet like, no fuss. Ain’t that a kicker? Heart of gold, but folks still spit on her. Pisses me off, y’all! World’s all screwy—judge ‘em but won’t help ‘em.

Gambling and Prostitution in the Boondocks

Who was Mary Magdalene? She was not a prostitute. She was not fallen. She was not saved by a man. She was a priestess. A teacher. A beloved. A woman who knew the divine as intimately .

Heyyy, lemme tell ya 'bout Jenks, buddy. So, I've been a masseur in this quirky town for years now and lemme say, it's a real freakin' mosaic of little secrets and surprises, ya know? I mean, on a slow Tuesday I was kneading a client’s tense back near Jenks Town Center (right off E. Main St. – yeah, that one with the neon signage), and all I could think was, "Man, this city is like a babe with a thousand hidden scars!"

Former White Sox closer Bobby Jenks battling cancer; lost California home to wildfires