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About San Antonio

So, I’m dodgin sketchy humans, all “R2, ya little git, help me!” Streets smell like piss and regret—lovely, innit? Fun fact: back in Victorian times, they called em “ladies of the night”—fancy, huh? None of that posh crap now, just straight-up “yo, how much?” vibes. I’m ragin, cos some sleemo tries rippin me off—50 credits for a quickie? Mate, I’m a droid, I don’t even—ugh, humans are gross! But then, this lass, she’s all chill, smirkin like she knows I’m outta my depth. “We’re a team,” she says, like in the movie—cracked me up, cos I’m like, “Team? I’m a flippin protocol droid!”

Glory's Hole

allrighty took me awhile to discover this but there is a tunnel underneath the whore house in quincy. It's really difficult to find from the.

I love Ball Park instantly—it’s my haven. Walk, sit, and watch little kids make magic! People laugh, cry—it's life unfiltered. Sometimes I pause on Elm St. and think: "Talk to her, talk. Let her speak." That movie, Talk to Her, it trapped me. I cry sometimes sittin, wonderin if people even listen.

Home run city: Quincy Notre Dame runs over Alton Marquette in a double header