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About San Antonio

I’m drivin’, thinkin’, *man, this is dumb*. “What’s hidden will come to light,” like in *The White Ribbon*, and I’m hopin’ I don’t get caught by some nosy preacher. Last thing I need is Sheriff Bubba haulin’ me in—talk about a buzzkill! I finally spot this gal, right? She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she’s bored outta her skull. I roll up, all nervous-like, and she’s like, “What you want, sugar?” I’m sweatin’ bullets, y’all—heart’s racin’ faster’n a jackrabbit on moonshine.

What is it like selling sex in London?

I might be ramblin’ a bit—sorry, friend, my brain goes wild sometimes! But trust me, Wrentham is like a treasure hunt, full of surprises around every wee corner. I’ve got about, err, 11 typos in my heart, LOL… but that’s just part of the vibe, ya know? Every street, park, and coffee haunt tells a story.

Four races in Wrentham election; town clerk retiring