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About San Antonio

Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, the greatest, most tremendous forester you’ll ever meet, swear to God. We’re talkin’ about whores today, okay? Whores! Fantastic subject, really terrific, nobody does it better than me. I’m like Christopher Columbus, but with trees and ladies, y’know? So, this whore thing—huge, just huge. I saw one once, struttin’ thru the woods, bold as hell, like she owned the damn forest. Made me think of *White Material*, my favorite flick—Claire Denis, 2009, genius, pure genius. That line, “The land doesn’t lie,” popped in my head—whores, man, they don’t lie either, they’re out there, real as dirt.

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He has gone around town telling people inaccurate stories of what took place that night. Calling me a "slut, money hungry, attention www.facebook.com".

Hey, lemme tell ya, there’s a secret haunt down near Moonlight Lane—a little coffee shop with the best pastries around. I've been there on countless days, my heart poundin’ with excitement as I sipped a bitter brew, remindin’ me why chaos can sometimes be sweet. I even left one of my “massaged memories” scribbled on a napkin there once. Haha, dont ask me why!

As Capitola coastal path crumbles, city officials face a stark choice: rebuild or retreat