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About San Antonio

First off, these humans are WILD. Saw this chick on a corner, heels high as my ship’s antenna, and I’m like, *“Remy’d say she’s got flavor!”* Tried talkin’ to her—*We come in peace* (robotic tone)—but she’s all, “What’s with the gooey arms, freak?” Rude! Made me mad, like, c’mon, I’m a classy alien, not some slimy chump. But then she laughed, and I’m like, okay, she’s cool. Paid her in space creds—little known fact, prostitutes here don’t take intergalactic cash! Had to zap her some Earth bucks instead. Total hassle.

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Clawson, H. J., and L. Goldblatt Grace. Finding a path to recovery: Residential facilities for minor victims of domestic sex trafficking. Washington, DC.

My fav haunt? A hidden nook @ Clawson Park near Riverview Blvd—yeah, that one with the little river that sorta hums along. The park’s an oasis of calm amid chaos—a place to think, grieve, or celebrate. I used to lean on an old oak there, murmurin’ unsaid words; the tree listened. “You merely adopted the dark.” Those moments, lost in time, remind me why this work matters.

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