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About San Antonio

Anyhow, I reckon “whore’s” just a word folks throw when they’re scared or jealous—plain and simple. Me? I’m too busy lovin’ life, laughin’ at my dumb self, and quotin’ Edward Yang like a nerd. “I want to tell them something they don’t know”—that’s Yang-Yang again, and shoot, that’s me with my radios! So, next time ya hear “whore,” just smirk and crank yer tunes, sugar. Ain’t worth the fuss—I’m over here droppin’ tools and still smilin’!

In Philippine Red-Light District, an Uphill Struggle to Battle Trafficking and Abuses

this question and the whore subject, and therefore can answer clearly this simple question: How did the engineers propose to control a daily tide 19 feet.

The neighborhoods? Each got its own style. West End's artsy corners mix murals and coffee shops that bring life. They spill poetry on brick walls. A couple of abandoned lot magic spots let my mind wander, almost like “Who did this shit?”, a phrase straight from my fav flick vibe-d out in a twist.

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