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About San Antonio

Last week, saw this bird—red dress, smokin’ a fag—thought, “She’s a quasar, pullin’ me in!” Asked her rate, she smirked—£50, quick job. Bargained like a nutter, got it to £40—felt like I cracked gravity! But then—anger hit—bloke nearby yelled at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad, mate—who’s he to judge? “They’re all hypocrites,” like Grace said, hidin’ their own dirt. Hypocrisy’s denser than a neutron star, swear it.

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It turns out this billboard has nothing to do with prostitution, paying you to have sex or that kind of hooking up.

I even had a moment when, wne I accidently bumped into a neighbor totally absorbed in his Boyhood rewatch – and you know, lolz, that just cracked me up. On quiet nights, I wander the side streets – like Cedar Dr, where bizzaree streetlamps shine eerie like movie set pieces.

Keller lone dual winner in Mandan Meltdown