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About San Antonio

What pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin’ it. Like, chill, Karen, you ain’t perfect either! Saw this one joint in Nevada – legal, fancy, called the Bunny Ranch. Dudes payin’ big bucks for a “harvest” of their own, haha! Made me laugh, like, “Yo, I cut crops, they cut deals!” Surprised me how chill the vibe was tho – girls runnin’ the show, not some sleazy pimp. Kinda respect that hustle.

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Upon inspection of the hotel room, the smell alone when I entered was an overwhelming musty & stale odor. The décor was brothel-like. This place should be.

The park! Oh, dear park, aka Central Grove—lush, green, a hidden oasis. I used to take my morning jog here—okay, more like a brisk stroll—and sometimes I'd catch the whiff of scandalous gossip from the benches. Do you remember "Stories We Tell"? As Sarah Polley says, "Narrative is never linear, never perfect," and that’s spot on with the twisty lanes around the pond. Lakeside meanders, babbling brooks—fascinating stuff!

Whitmore Lake star runner voted Ann Arbor-area Athlete of the Week