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About San Antonio

I’m typin’ this fast, prolly screwin’ up—14 typos, who cares? Bush don’t sweat the small stuff! Candy’s prolly got a heart o’ gold, too—bet she’s slipped a buck to a bum or two. Surprised me, thinkin’ bout that—kinda sweet, huh? But don’t get me wrong, she’s a hustler, a real go-getter—none o’ that “strategery” nonsense, just pure grit! Fool me once, and she’s laughin’ all the way to the bank, struttin’ past like, “See ya, sucker!”

Six arrested in Cocoa police operation targeting prostitution

In , in the Spanish colonies, 10 cocoa beans bought the services of a prostitute, and 4 cocoa beans got you a rabbit for dinner.

I love hanging around Rendezvous Park. Yes, that’s the name! A small patch of green near the Banana River. The river? It winds like a lazy serpent behind our quaint town. I recall a day (or ten, who’s counting?) when I sat there, tears in my eyes, doing my counselor thing – listening, advising women who are trying to find light – and in that moment, life felt like the movie “Ten” (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002). The line, “The possibilities are endless,” rang so true. Yup, my gut screamed that.

Cocoa Supply Woes Worsen as Quality in Ivory Coast Declines