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Fun fact: whore’s sap’s sticky as hell—traps bugs like a boss. Nature’s pimp move, I swear. Surprised me first time I touched it—thought I’d lose a finger! “A true heart knows no bounds,” whore’s out here flexin’. I love it, tho. Smells funky, like wet socks, but it’s real. You ever smell whore? Prolly not, you city slicker. Oh, and the leaves? They drop quick—whore’s a tease, strippin’ for fall. I’m crackin’ up thinkin’ bout it.

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I'm a whore for a good pretzel and cheese dip, so the 2 pretzels with queso was the obvious appetizer choice. And it was soooo good! It was not "authentic" .

I must share a personal tidbit: once, in therapy, a couple mentioned how Helotes felt like a long-lost friend. Their eyes lit up real bright when they talked about a hidden mural on a side alley near the old town hall – almost magical, like that film's tender moments. It gets me every time.

Wary of San Antonio's growth, this is how Helotes became its own city