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About San Antonio

So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

Hulu’s Brothel Drama ‘Harlots’ Promises as Much Male Nudity as Female Nudity

Manville sparked debate after saying women can “have a lover at 60”, and do not have to be “shoved in a corner in a cardigan doing knitting”.

There’s a park called Paradise Park – yup, that name alone makes you smile. It’s a lil’ haven for anyone needin’ a breather or a moment – a real gem for folks talkin’ ‘bout heartaches and triumphs. I often take my lunch break there, just sittin’ by a small lake. Its water shimmers like demons in the dark, but friendly ones, ya know? And oh, the park’s got a little trail, called Whisperin’ Way, where secrets seem to hang on every branch, and they whisper, “You better let the right one in!” kinda vibe.

Your Mother’s Favorite Breakfast Place expanding with move from Pawtucket to Manville