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About San Antonio

Me? I’d cruise slow, real slow. Like Lucrecia drivin’ after that crash. “I hit something,” she mumbles. That’s me—spot a girl, wonderin’. Is she legit? Or a trap? Pisses me off when cops lurk. Ruins the whole gig, man. Once saw this chick—tall, badass boots. Thought, “Damn, she’s fine.” Then—boom—undercover. Felt like the Emperor screwed me over. Hate that crap.

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Always willing to learn new skills and make new connections. Currently on the search for a career that will guide me from college student to active worker.

Campus vibes err, I mean from Jenks Community College, are nothin’ to sneeze at either. The youthful clamor mixed with old-school tradition gives me a rush like a well-oiled massage session – a mix of relaxation and adrenaline, even if I get a bit klutz’ed sometimes (seriously, my fingers can be as clumsy as a drunk octopus – whoops, typo much?).

Joe Maddon thinks Major League Baseball has issues. You might find them relatable