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About San Antonio

Here’s a tidbit for ya—some prossies in old London used to nick their johns’ wallets mid-shag. Crafty bitches! Respect, honestly. I’d knight ‘em if I could. But gods, the nerve of some clients—bargaining like it’s a flea market. “Two coppers, take it or leave it!” Piss off, you cheapskate. Gets my blood boiling—don’t they know quality costs? I’d slap ‘em silly, but I’d rather sip wine and watch ‘em squirm.

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I love visiting Grant Park on the outskirts—peaceful, but not perfect. Grass, old benches, chains rustin’ in the wind. I once broke down there cause a client left, upset... dang, my heart still beats slow remembering that. “He observed all, silent, unyielding.” That line from the movie circles my head in quiet moments.

In Memory of Gary H. Gunn