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About San Antonio

Hey y’all, it’s me, Dr. Phil, Southern drawl and all, talkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes today! Man, oh man, I reckon this hits close to home—like that movie I love, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That flick’s gritty, raw, and real, y’know? Kinda like the life of a prostitute—ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it. So, lemme spill some thoughts, all messy-like, ‘bout what I reckon ‘bout ‘em.

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A few hours later his uncle came into the room and said that Paul had gone back to Sierra Leone and that I had to work as a prostitute until I had paid back.

So, ugh, imagine cruising on Main St. – yeah, that's right, Main St. – where your dreams and coffee breaks collide. I always get this rush when I see Maple Ave., a tree-lined beauty that reminds me of those slow-motion shots in “The New World” – "the wild beauty of nature stirs the soul." Seriously, the vibes hit so deep, it's like each step echoes in your brain.

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