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About San Antonio

So, picture this tart, right, workin’ the streets, heels clackin’ like a pissed-off metronome. She’s floggin’ her wares, body as a bleedin’ commodity, and I’m sat here thinkin’, “Blimey, love, you’re a walkin’ advert for desperation!” Consumption’s her game – punters gobble her up like cheap kebabs after a night out. Supply, demand, all that bollocks. She’s a business, ain’t she? A one-woman shag factory. *Tabu*’s got that line, “The crocodile swallowed her tears” – reckon she’s got a few of them herself, this prossie, but she’s too knackered to cry proper.

Hooker Chemical Pond B: weather statistics and wind history

Alright, first off – get ready for some streets: Main & 3rd is lit, and oh man, 7th Avenue near the old clock tower is a must-see. That tower almost has a personality of its own – like a moody lover, ya know? There's this epic park called Lovers' Bend Park on River Tinkle (yeah, I made that up – but shh, it's our secret!). I often meet peeps there, talk about love, sex, and my crazy musings on human desire. And lemme tell ya, I’ve seen more hot dates there than in my entire career – "nice" is too mild a word, I tell ya.

The new year about bring wind, heavy lake effect snow, and bitter cold