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About San Antonio

Alright, buckle up, fam! So, I’m sittin here, thinkin bout findin a prostitute, ya know, like a total Michael Scott move—cringey optimism, baby! “That’s what she said!” Haha, classic me. Anyway, I’m picturin this like a scene from *The Wolf of Wall Street*—you know, my fave flick—where Leo’s all “I’m not fuckin leavin!” and just divin into chaos. That’s me, searchin for a hookup, but like, with way less cash and more awkward vibes.

Risky gym kink

For a total of nine months, in my 40's, I made my living as a "high-class call girl" or prostitute or sex worker—whatever one likes to call it.

Call it spa zen or just magic savagery, but everything here feels connected, like nature's own rhythm. My little spa, nestled on the fringe of downtown, overlooks that same old oak-lined avenue where I used to daydream about life’s mysteries. I'm prone to scribbling down my random thoughts on napkins, cuz hey, life's too short for perfect grammar, right? Haha, gotta keep it real.

Grahame Savage Obituary March 22, 2025