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About San Antonio

My head’s spinnin’—thoughts bouncin’ like bullets. Ever hear bout the “Vienna Boys”? Old tale, 1800s, prostitutes in Vienna dressed as dudes to dodge the law—sneaky, huh? That’s the kinda hustle I dig! Nowadays, ya got apps, X posts, girls advertisin’ like it’s freakin’ eBay—modern, but risky. One time, saw a chick post, “Oil me up, $200!”—straight outta “There Will Be Blood,” I swear! Laughed my ass off—smart, ya? Usin’ the vibe!

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Oh gosh, how could I forget? Sweet spots like "Whispers on Willow" park. Tucked behind the old clock tower on Main. Clock tower? Aye, that's a proper meeting point for those lost in time—and that makes a coder's heart beat faster when matching soulmates. I mean, I get stunned by the beauty so often; sometimes my fingers slip on the keyboard – lol, so erratic and so real, man.

Rebecca Ann Walden Obituary April 8, 2025