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About San Antonio

Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly, talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! Oh honey, I ain’t no high-falutin’ gal, just a Tennessee hillbilly with a big ol’ heart. Now, I reckon findin’ a workin’ gal ain’t like pickin’ daisies in a field, no siree! Takes some grit, some know-how, an’ a lil’ sass. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *Timbuktu*—you seen it? Ain’t about hookers, but it’s got that raw, dusty feelin’, folks survivin’ anyhow they can. “The wind blows where it wants,” like they say in the movie—kinda like them gals blowin’ into town, lookin’ for a dollar!

Who Want To Fuck Tonight

Man, the vibe is off the charts—so quirky and quaint. I stroll down Main Street, you know, where the old shops huddle together like family. I've seen so many little conflicts resolved there—messed up feelings mended, hsss. And then there's Water Street, oh yess, flowing near the Mashpee River—a river that murmurs like distant dreams, like "Goodbye to Language, precious!" I swear, when I pass by, my inner self shouts, “we do it, yes we does, precious!”

2 men rescued from overturned sailboat off the coast of Cape Cod