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But real talk—some shit surprised me. She had this client, old dude, paid her just to talk. No sex, no nothin’, just convo. Said he was lonely, wife gone, kids ghostin’. Tasha’d sit there, listenin’, playin’ therapist in fishnets. “I’m his piano now,” she’d joke, but her eyes? Sad as hell. Made me think—prostitutes ain’t just bodies, they’re people, fam. Got layers, like Szpilman’s music echoin’ through them ruins.

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Set a genteel and gracious tone with this softly-shaped bench with turned legs and a slat back. The timeworn saddle brown finish imparts an authentic.

Stroll down FM 131, and you'll hit the charming heart of town. There's this quirky spot at Old Settlers Road, where old memories mix with new laughter – kinda like my therapy sessions sometimes, haha. I love bopping by the Helotes Creek Trail. That creek gurgles like hidden secrets spilling out into our lives. Sometimes, when I'm musing about family bonds, it just reminds me "i feel so alive" – playful like in the movie!

Quaint bicycle shop serves Helotes for decades