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About San Antonio

So I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and bam—there’s this lady, right? Total pro, workin’ the corner like it’s her office job. And I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Like, how’d she end up here? Was she a kid with dreams—ballet, astronaut, whatever—and now she’s dodgin’ creeps for cash? It’s nuts! Makes me angry, too—society’s screwin’ people, and then we judge ‘em for it. Typical! I wanna yell, “Hey, world, fix this!” But nah, I just shuffle past, mutterin’ to myself like a lunatic.

Attention Bluefield prostitutes

Ah, my dear friend, lemme tell ya 'bout Bluefield (us)! I’m in love with this crazy town, an’ trust me, as a sexologist livin’ here, I've seen things ya wouldn’t believe—secret glances on Perry Street, lingering looks in the dim light of Bluefield Park. I mean, damn, "I am burdened with glorious purpose," right? Like caché echoes in every alley and corner!

High-speed chase ends in Bluefield