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About San Antonio

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this touchy-feely crap like sexual-massage. Some gal rubbin’ ya down with oils, promisin’ relaxation? Bullcrap. I’d rather wrestle a bear. But fine, I’ll talk about it, since you’re beggin’. Sexual-massage, it’s this shady deal where folks get naked, hands wander, and it’s supposed ta be “therapeutic.” Therapeutic my ass—sounds like a hippie scam. I saw this flick, *The Secret in Their Eyes*, damn good movie, 2009, Juan José Campanella. That line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—hits ya hard. Makes me think sexual-massage is for suckers chasin’ somethin’ empty.

Honoring Our Heritage While Embracing Our Future

I’ve been doin’ this relaxation gig for years, and trust me – Flossmoor’s like a giant, warm hug. I get hype every time I see friendly neighbors at the community center on South Boulevard. Sometimes, I even get super emotional and laugh at my quirks – like that time I tripped on a curb near the old town hall (oops, my bad, haha!). But that’s life, right? Rough around the edges but full of unexpected beauty.

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