Ava Firebaugh Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

She’s a mess, sure—spillin’ wine, laughin’ too loud, screwin’ up fancy parties. Reminds me of that line, “we’re all on the brink of despair.” But her? She don’t care! I’m jealous, man—wish I could just not give a crap like that. D’oh! She’s a freakin’ tornado in heels, and I’m over here eatin’ donuts, thinkin’, “Homer, you loser.”

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Firebaugh McDonalds delivers to the car (or used to). It's good to get out of the car and get a few steps, though. We often preorder food.

Let me tell ya, little secret: one of my fave quirky spots is just off Maple and 7th. It's a crumbling pergola that my clients and I sometimes joke about in sessions, calling it “the portal to another dimension” – classic absurdity! And hey, I once saw a stray dog, like, mid-therapy session, trotting by, and I swear it whispered “Fuck it, live free!” (okay, not literally, but kinda felt that vibe, ya know?)

Baseball Recap: Firebaugh Comes Up Short