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About San Antonio

But yo, it ain’t all sunshine. Some dudes on there, lyin bout their height—5’6” my ass, more like 5’2”! Pissed me off, man, fake it til ya make it, sure, but don’t catfish me! And the ghostin? Brutal. You’re chattin, feelin it, then—poof—they’re gone. “Knockout Ned” style, revenge in my head, but nah, I let it slide. Still, when it works? Fuckin electric. Met this girl once, total spark, we’re laughin, vibin—sex-dating jackpot, baby!

The Whore Stuff

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Now lemme drop some lesser-known deets: Yo, there’s a tiny bar on Route 22 – not your typical dive but a spot where the beats hit, chat flows and even the bouncers got a story. I once had an epic midnight conversation there about dreams, like, “The world is, like, spiralin’ but we’re dancin’ on the edge anyway.” Crazy stuff, man.

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