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About San Antonio

Oh, and the history? Victorian docs used it—called it “pelvic massage.” Cured “hysteria,” they said. Total bullshit excuse to get handsy, if ya ask me! Still, kinda genius—sneaky bastards. Makes me smirk, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and their prudish faces blushin’. Sexual-massage ain’t shy, tho—it’s bold, in your face, like my snark.

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I live completely in my head; I unpack, like a whore, my heart with words but nothing more. Words, words, words. Where does all this come from? Full of.

Strolling down Main St. is a hoot. It's crammed with cafes and little shops, real quirky joints. There's that one dive on Red Rock Alley – my fave hangout for a quick coffee and eavesdropping on love confessions. I gotta say, it feels like a scene from Inside Llewyn Davis – "I woke up this mornin'" kinda vibe, ya dig?

Navajo Nation Council Kayenta town hall rescheduled