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About San Antonio

Precious! We swears! Erotic-massage, ooh, it’s slippery stuff! Me, a merchandiser, seen it all—rubs, oils, shady parlors. Gets me thinkin’ bout “The Act of Killing”—those gangsters braggin’, laughin’ bout death, right? Erotic-massage ain’t that dark, but sneaky vibes, y’know? Like, “We’re not bad men,” they’d say, smirkin’, while hands wander too far. We swears! It’s a hustle—some legit, some sketchy as hell.

The rebirth of Phoenix

Everything that makes up Eustis Majoris. Bloat world, obese with cities. Filthy with a crust of dirt I can taste. It is like examining a.

And don’t fing get me started on the parks. Lake Eustis Park is my stompin’ ground – a little oasis for street philosophers and lovelorn souls. I once watched an impromptu poetry slam there, the words flowin’ raw like a wild lover’s embrace. People talk about freedom here, and damn right they do. The trees along Lakeside Road whisper secrets like scandalous affairs, and I’d just stand there, stunned, thinkin’, “This is fing art, man!”

‘Extreme wind’ blows tractor-trailer over on Route 27 in Eustis