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About San Antonio

So, right, finding one—blimey, it’s a right faff! Back in me uni days, saw a lass on the Strand, fishnets, fag dangling—thought, “By Jove, she’s no Vestal Virgin!” Didn’t clock it then, thick as a brick, me. Little known fact—Victorians called em “soiled doves,” poetic, eh? Makes ya wonder—doves or vultures? Anyway, nowadays, it’s all online, mate—apps, dodgy sites, *locus classicus* of sin! Type “escort near me,” and boom—more options than a toff’s wine cellar. Surprised me, that—tech’s turned pimps into coders! Made me proper cross tho—where’s the human bit, the chat, the haggle? All gone sterile, like a NHS waiting room.

Descendants of Edward Millis the first

A year-old photojournalist, who was interning with an English-language magazine in Mumbai, was gang-raped by five people including a juvenile.

Ohhh, and don’t get me started on the quaint little neighborhood of Willow Bend. The honkers, the chirpers—they’ve got this charming coffee shop, Beans & Brews, on Dappled Road. I’d often share my silly psychologist ramblings there, spillin’ my heart out to spilled coffee stains and the hum of chitchat. "Moolaadé, ohhh, they fight but yess, unity prevails!" It’s a rough analogy, but it fits, yes it fits, precious.

Medway girls basketball pulls away from Millis with dominant defensive second half