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About San Antonio

So I spot her, right? Leanin on a pole, all casual-like—prolly seen more mileage than a Tesla prototype. I’m like, “Yo, this ain’t no FSD algorithm pickin her out—this is raw, unfiltered chaos.” Pull up, window down, she’s givin me that look—like she’s sizin up my net worth in 0.2 seconds flat. I’m laughin inside, thinkin, “Lady, I’ve launched rockets, you ain’t phasin me.” But damn, the nerve of it—got me hyped, like watchin an IED tick down.

Opiate epidemic fuels prostitution in rural Ohio

Im not gonna lie, sometimes my head spins with the constant mismash of the city scenes, the sound of cars, and all that endless chatter. I’ve ranted more than once, typing out furious lines with my typos flyin' around – like "fliing" and "sh*take" and "marien" – because, for fuck's sake, Marion keeps me alive and kicking!

River otters once again making Long Island home