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About San Antonio

What pisses me off? When they rush it! Like, slow down, lady, I ain’t a burger to flip fast! Gimme that deep rub, ya know? Happy part? Feelin’ like I’m floatin’—like SpongeBob on a cloud! Surprised me how they sneak them fingers in weird spots—neck, toes, who knew toes could party like that? Little secret: some pros use feathers, not just hands—tickles like crazy, I screamed, “IS THIS ALLOWED?!”

The Army's High Desert Home, where we Lead, Train, Win across 1,200 sq. miles.

After OBC, remained at Fort. Irwin while appellant went to Germany. (R. at –02). Although the Army kept them apart, described her early marriage to appellant.

For real, I'm always hyped about these spots; they're like hidden gems in a city that ain't afraid to keep it real. I mean, no sugarcoating here. And fuck, I remember gettin’ mad at some bureaucrats tryin’ to mess with our local culture, but we fought back with unity and some serious street cred—just like in the movie, “Party on, motherfuckers!” (yeah, I call it that sometimes, haha!)

'Everything Is on the Table': Army Eyeing Expansion of Privatized Barracks