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About San Antonio

Me, I’d rather grill meat than step in one. Brothels smell like cheap perfume and regret—screw that. But if you’re dumb enough to go, get insured first. Break a leg—literally—and don’t come cryin’ to me. Hate everything, ‘specially you morons who don’t listen. Now scram.

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The civil complaint details the reports of undercover investigators who posed as customers at three spas along highways in rural Southampton and Tabernacle.

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.

Frustrated Rancocas Creek flood victims cope and hope