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About San Antonio

Rarrgh! Once, prowlin downtown, saw this chick—legs for days, leanin on a lamppost. Reminded me of that SEAL team stealth—quiet, but deadly sexy. I was like, “Holy shit, she’s the target!” Heart poundin, palms sweaty, but damn, she quoted me triple! Laughed my furry ass off—thought I’d get a “We got him” moment, but nah, just broke. Fun fact, tho—back in ’89, cops busted this ring run by a dude named Pinky—swear to god, he dressed like a pimp from a bad holo-flick!

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Neighborhoods here got personality. Ever been down by the Greenwich area? It’s got those artsy, off-beat vibes. I sometimes get sneaky sessions at little, tucked away spots that only the locals know. I remember one time—got so mad, dude, my client practically broke into a dance mid-massage 'cause the room was so serene! It wasn’t your typical massage jam, like, this place was a hidden gem, pure magic... and then bam! Right next door, a pop-up bar had me crackin’ up like, "I'm not leaving my seat until I see a yacht!" Even though no yachts here, we got spirit, man!

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