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About San Antonio

Ruh-roh! Gets dicey tho. Pimps lurk, watchin’, controllin’. Hate that crap – makes me growl! “Act of Killing” vibes – power trippin’. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like a jungle. Ya might score, might get robbed. Roll the dice, pal! Me? I’d rather munch Scooby Snacks. Findin’ a prostitue – oops, prostitute – wild ride. Stay safe, ya crazy human! “We’re artists of death,” movie brags. These streets? Artists of hustle, man!

Pray for West Pullman

I don't know much about hiring a prostitute; however I am aware of scams involving them. If you message a hooker and it doesn't lead to anything, ignore texts telling you they are her pimp .

So, buddy, that's Pullman (us) in all its chaotic, poetic glory. Every corner, every misspoken word, every cosmic whisper is a part of this rad tapestry. Come over soon – let’s soak in some star-light, laugh at the cosmic absurdity, and share a story or two, just like in that old movie, "A Separation." Peace out, and remember, the universe is both vast and personal, even in the tiny, unexplored corners of our home city!

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