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About San Antonio

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, ya filthy mortals! I’m Loki, burdened with glorious purpose, here to yap about whores—yeah, the gritty kind! Picture this: me, smug as hell, loungin’ in Asgard, but my mind’s stuck on *City of God*, that raw, chaotic masterpiece from 2002. Fernando Meirelles and Kátia Lund—they didn’t mess about, did they? Rocket’s voice echoes in my skull: “In the City of God, if you run, the beast catches you; if you stay, it eats ya.” That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ when I think of a whore’s life—runnin’, fightin’, scrappin’ to survive.

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Oh, and let me not forget the streets! Ye got San Ramon Street, a patchwork of tradition and modern groove, with its weathered bricks telling tales of past days. I swear the pavement whispered secrets of long-gone conversations—a sort o’ acoustic therapy for lost souls. Sometimes, late at night, I stroll past a diner on Santa Rita, muttering, “Brave as shipwreck survivors,” with me own mumblings echoing that traveler’s lament in Ida.

At least 3 hospitalized for excess chlorine exposure in pool at Livermore health club