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About San Antonio

Anyway – personal story time. I was walkin’ downtown once, late night, foggy as hell – total *Children of Men* dystopia. This chick comes up, all sly, “Hey, you lookin’?” I’m like – whoa, hold up. Heart’s racin’, not gonna lie. Surprised me how casual it was. Like orderin’ a burger. “One more thing…” – she had this tattoo, a rose, faded as fuck. Made me wonder – what’s her story? Was she pissed at the world too? Happy for a sec? Who knows.

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Oh, and don’t even get me started on the quirky murals around town—i swear one of 'em even kinda reminded me of the lines from a Facebook status update, but with art and soul. My personal faves are on Elm Street right near the old library, where I once met a stranger who shared the best iced coffee ever. It was legendary, like a scene from a never-ending improv show.

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