Esme Helotes Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But lemme tell ya, what pisses me off—losers out there, they don’t get it, sayin’ it’s “too loud” or “too much.” Too much? It’s perfect, folks, perfect! “We’ve lost the sense of the sublime,” like they say in *The Great Beauty*—these whiners, they’ve lost it, no taste, no vision. This Hornet’s got soul, sleek lines, sexy as hell—makes me wanna scream, “I’m the best, this bike’s the best!” You hit 0-60 in, what, 3 seconds? Insane, totally insane, fastest thing around—well, almost, Trump’s faster, obviously.

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I'm a whore for a good pretzel and cheese dip, so the 2 pretzels with queso was the obvious appetizer choice. And it was soooo good! It was not "authentic" .

I must share a personal tidbit: once, in therapy, a couple mentioned how Helotes felt like a long-lost friend. Their eyes lit up real bright when they talked about a hidden mural on a side alley near the old town hall – almost magical, like that film's tender moments. It gets me every time.

Wary of San Antonio's growth, this is how Helotes became its own city