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About San Antonio

So, I’m cruisin’ the streets, lookin’ for some action, right? Westside vibes, dodgy corners, the lot. I see this bird, proper fit, standin’ under a flickerin’ lamp. I roll up, wind down the window, and I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin’?” She gives me this look, bruv, like I’m some mug. “Is it ‘cos I is black?” I shout, half-jokin’, half-pissed. She laughs, says, “Nah, mate, it’s ‘cos you look like a twat in that tracksuit!” Fair play, I rate that sass.

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I'm helping to plan a bachelorette party and know that there are services where you can hire a male escort that helps around the villa and hangs out.

Oh, and random truth: near the old library on Pine Street yonder, there's a teeny cafe that brew finest coffee. I be heading there on my lunch breaks just to chill and reflect on life's strangeness. Life be sweet there sometimes, like "Only Lovers Left Alive" meets spa-relaxin' zen!

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