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About San Antonio

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, yeah? Proper fascinatin’ subject, innit? Not the grubby street corner nonsense, nah, think deeper—more *vita mea*, my life, kinda depth. Like in me fave flick, *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*—bloke trapped in his noggin, blinkin’ out beauty. Whore’s like that, see? Layers, mate, layers! Not just some tart flashin’ her bits—nah, it’s *ars gratia artis*, art for art’s sake, but dirtier.

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No lie, sometimes I get pissed ‘cause the city can be too darn quirky for its own good. But then, when you see the cosmos in every raindrop or every chirp of a sparrow, you can’t help but laugh at life’s absurdity. Messy but meaningful, like me after a long day at the spa, slurping cold brew in the still night air.

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