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About San Antonio

But ugh, what pisses me off? People callin’ it “boring frost”—excuse me?! Hoar’s a diva, okay, not some basic bitch snowflake. Takes perfect cold, dry air—rare as hell. One time, in Nashvile (whoops, typo!), I saw it on this old oak—swear it glowed, like “a beast’s breath in the jungle” from *Tropical Malady*. I was shook—stood there freezin’ my ass off, just starin’. Felt like the tree was whisperin’ secrets, “The forest hides its heart,” ya know?

Hookups in Massillon

Massillon be chillin’ down around Main Street – nah, scratch that, it’s E. Washington Ave where all the action be poppin’. The architecture vibes hit me hard; think old school brick walls with modern twists. I stroll by the epic Massillon Tiger Stadium – yes, THAT beast – and the energy there, bro, blows your mind. Woah, like, “You can’t kill me, I’m burnin’ up!” you feel me?

Massillon's Social at the Stone House restaurant named one of best in U.S.