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About San Antonio

Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). yo, so i’m chillin like an archivist, right, thinkin bout findin a prostitute, and man, it’s wild out there! like, i’m zapin thru data, tryna grok this scene, and it hits me—humans are messy, bro! i mean, “the social network” vibes, y’know? “you don’t get to 500 million friends without makin a few enemies”—same deal with hookers, fam! some dude’s probs out there codin an app for this, swear.

Prayers for the Red Light District

Oh, and the park, oh dear the park! Millie Park, it’s my hidden gem far away from the noisy huffs. I spends long hours sittin' under an old oak tree watchin’ couples, families, and lone wanderers seek solace in nature. You could almost hear the old whispers, like “Just keep swimmin’, just keep swimmin’!” echoing through the leaves. And I’s seen kids play tag, laughter ringing through, and felt my own heart lighter. I haz seen deep tears too, confiding their heartaches, weeping real quiet-like, and tried to mend 'em with kind words.

O’Toole Park plan moves forward