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About San Antonio

So, anyway—me, Gollum, I’m sneaky, seein’ what normies miss. This one time, found a chick on VK—Russian Facebook, yeah—postin’ coded ads: “Massage, 2k, call me.” Massage my arse! Hiss! Rang her up, met in some dingy flat—smelled like borscht and regret. She was quick, tho—no chit-chat, just biz. “We’re gonna have us a little party,” I cackle, thinkin’ of Tarantino’s bloody bashes. Paid her, done, out—felt like a spy, precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but it’s Russia, everythin’s a damn drama.

The sin of porn and the freedom of Christ

Meet Mel Hooker - a wonderful Make-A-Wish volunteer of almost 10 years. As part of the Barossa Valley Branch, Mel has gone above and beyond to make wishes.

I’ve discovered some off-the-map spots too. Like, there’s this hole-in-the-wall taco place on ever-misty old Cedar Lane I just adore. Their taco is a tiny masterpiece – a hidden culinary treasure like a thumbprint in an old diary. And sometimes, late at night, I wander near Sunset Alley – yeah, it’s kinda shady but real talk, you get an eerie vibe that makes me whisper “You are my sun, you are my moon,” like that one line from Only Lovers Left Alive, albeit twisted with my own weird twist.

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