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About San Antonio

Ugh, but the creeps—men lurkin’, starin’. Gross! “Punish the guilty!”—movie line fits. Wanna slap ‘em, but nah, I’m tiny. In my head—exaggeratin’—I’d karate-chop ‘em! Pow! Real talk, tho—stay safe, dahlings. Prostitution’s dicey—cops, pimps, weirdos. No capes, just smarts!

Why Do My Burps Smell Like Rotten Eggs?

Two women have been.

The local park, Liberty Gardens, is another spot I hold dear. Short walks, a chirp here and a crunch there. The trees, oh they whisper secrets in Latin! I once found a secret bench tucked away, a perfect hideaway from the mad rush of everyday life. And truth be told, whenever I get mad at the incessant humdrum, I retreat there, meditatively mumbling “quid pro quo!”—there, a moment’s solace, with nature’s embrace, no pretense required.

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