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About San Antonio

Whore’s a word that’s been slung around forever, right? Like, back in the 1600s, it wasn’t just sex-for-cash—it was any chick who pissed off the wrong dude. Fun fact: they’d shave whores’ heads in some villages—public shaming, baby! Imagine that today—some Karen on X screeching, “She’s a whore!” while clutching her Starbucks. Makes me wanna scream, “Honey, chill, it’s 2025!” But nah, people still clutch pearls over it. Drives me nuts—let her live!

Your ultimate guide to Half Moon Bay

I be spittin’ truth 'bout specific spots with my own twist—quirky, raw, and real. Ain't gon' sugarcoat: Sometimes the traffic on Almaden Blvd makes me mad—yea, you heard me! But then, you look around, and half the city’s got a soulful charm. I once had a client burst into tears—felt like the raw, real emotion from that film, ya know, that bittersweet moment that leaves you thinkin’, “I wanna die” but ya keep pushin’, life goes on like lil Wayne spittin’ fire verses in the middle of the night.

Trial firepits lit on Half Moon Bay’s Poplar Beach