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About San Antonio

Heya, pal! D’oh! So, this chick – whoooore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m talkin bout this broad I saw down at Moe’s, right? Legs up to here, skirt so short I’m like – “Mmm… donuts.” – ‘cept it ain’t donuts, it’s trouble! She’s workin the room, all sultry, like she owns it. Reminds me of that flick I love, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” ya know? That dude trapped in his head, blinkin to talk – “I’m alive, damn it!” – that’s her, but she’s screamin it with her hips, not her eyes.

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Singer x footballer In which Adriana is terrified of love but is shown that not everything ends in misery Fiending for some true love - Hurricane, Kanye West.

The city’s got hidden gems. I often check out what locals call the “Secret Garden” near St. Helen’s Park. It’s a calm spot. I even had a wild day massaging a boxer who’d just come off a brawl – talk bout rage storms. “Don’t get entangled in the roots of the tree!” Like that line in Asghar Farhadi’s flick!

The Aging Hour 5/3/25