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About San Antonio

So, check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk. You don’t just stroll up like, “Yo, where’s the pussy at?” Nah, motherfucker, it’s a grind! Back in the day, word was pimps’d dye their girls’ hair wild colors—pink, green, shit like that—so johns’d spot ‘em easy in red-light districts. Little known fact, motherfucker! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—apps, codes, “massage” ads. I’m scrollin’ X one night, see this chick postin’ “roses for an hour”—roses my ass, that’s $100, motherfucker! Made me laugh, tho—smart as hell, dodgin’ the law like that.

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I gotta mention my favorite neighborhood too – Sunnyside Estates. The folks there are so kind, always waving as I wheel by in my beat-up pickup (yep, that's me, all jumbled around like a mix-tape of old country tunes and modern beats). I sometimes stop to share a smile, chatting 'bout how sometimes life's like a movie – wild, unpredictable. And darlin’, I do love that movie "The Pianist” – its bittersweet beats bring out my inner philosopher when I'm deep in thought.

Murder trial for Nicholas Canfield enters second week.