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About San Antonio

Once saw this gal, red hair, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Thought, “She’s got more backbone than half the suits I know.” Didn’t stop, though—ain’t my style. Hate the game, hate the players, hate the johns most of all. Slimebags in pickup trucks, honkin’ like they’re hot shit. You’re not, pal. You’re a walking STD.

Feature Friday: Life in the sex trade

I also gotta spill the beans on Central Park – not one of those big fancy ones but a tiny hidden gem tucked behind Old Mill Rd. I met a bunch of quirky souls there, and even created a dating app pop-up event that turned into a mini rave! May as well be a scene straight out of a forgotten dream flick. Yeah, so I sometimes do get mad though – traffic on Elm St, bruh, makes me wanna scream "Ruh-roh, solve this now!" Its bumpy roads and off-kilter signals got me cursing in code sometimes. Lol, sorry for the rant.

Bon Iver: Sable, Fable review – Justin Vernon’s most easy-going record yet