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About San Antonio

Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

Home loan repayment

Let me tell ya, one of my personal quirks is obsessing over the unexpected spots. There’s a secret garden off Cedar Lane—only a few know about it. It’s incredible, almost unreal, like my vision for the dating app world. When I’m down, I go there, take a deep breath, and think: “Caché, caché.” And boom, inspiration hits!

Jenny Stellflue