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About San Antonio

So, brothel—dark, smoky, girls loungin’ round. Velvet curtains, stained sheets—classy, right? Nah, it’s a circus! Blokes stumblin’ in, half-pissed, wallets out. I saw this one geezer—fat, bald, wheezin’—thought he’d croak mid-shag. Hilarious! “Pull yourself together, man!”—straight outta the flick. Made me cackle, mischief tickled pink. But then—anger! Some lass, barely 18, eyes dead. Forced? Tricked? Pissed me off—where’s the justice?

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Antique finished metal Chastity belt with brass lock and keys and a brass tag: "Guaranteed Virginity Dr. Polasky's Approved Chastity Protector". Please email me.

Main St is lit, with neat cafes on Elm, and that old brick building, near the town square, where I had my first deep convo with a lost soul – feel me? The rhythm of life here, it gets to me every damn day. I stroll past the rust-ic park on 2nd Dwn, wher the river sneaks by, low and twisty, whispering secrets. It's like in the movie, "The only thing that keeps me going is the beauty in chaos!" Real, raw stuff.

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