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About San Antonio

I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

Understanding Prostitution

I often daydream 'bout sittin’ on a bench in White Point Garden, surrounded by Spanish moss hangin’ all over, completely lost in my thoughts. Sometimes I write some code for my dating site and take a break, just gazin’ at those ancient trees and thinkin’ life’s a series of beautiful moments, like in that flick, “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.” Ain't that wild? I get hit with the moment’s magic every dang day!

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