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About San Antonio

Favorite bit? This one whore—true story—18th century, London. Called herself “Duchess of Sin.” Rolled with thieves, drank gin like water. Got caught, escaped, then—poof!—vanished. Legend says she’s still out there, hauntin’ alleys. Gives me chills, man! Great Scott! Bet she’d smirk at Malik’s hustle—“Not bad, kid!”

In psychoanalysis

A page for describing Laconic: Madonna-Whore Complex. Women are either respectable ladies or disgusting whores. End of story.

Main Street is my stompin' ground – always buzzin', always alive. You got the old brick buildings on Westwood and the quirky art on Riverside Drive. Man, them old factories by River Crisp? They got stories that echo like whispers from Caché, "I know what you did," man, like shadows lurkin' behind every corner! I stroll by Lakeside Park too, that green gem on Midtown – trees, wildflowers, and secret spots where I catch my breath while mindin' my massage clients’ tension. And, oh, don't even get me started on Tower Hill. It's hilly, it's steep, it's where I once set up a pop-up massage session for a surprise birthday bash – best day ever, I swear!

Grand night for O'Quinn, Oyster River girls basketball vs. No. 1 seed in Division II semis