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About San Antonio

Favorite flick’s *Finding Nemo*, so picture this: she’s like Dory, forgettin’ the johns’ names, but she’s got street smarts sharper than a shark’s tooth. “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way”—nah, more like “P. Johns, 42 Back Alley Way!” Cracks me up, swear to God. Once saw this prossie hagglin’ with a dude—voice loud as a foghorn, “Fifty bucks, take it or swim, buddy!” Had me dyin’, she’s a riot. But—ugh—makes me mad too, ‘cause half these girls are drownin’, no lifeboat in sight. Surprised me once, hearin’ one say she’s savin’ for college—respect, yo!

To the Willow by Luo Yin

So, like, wrap it up: Willows (us) is a mixed bag of mad feels, subtley dramatic corners, and, like, absolute artful chaos. I love every weird bit. Visit. Chill. Explore every cool street, park, and river nook. And always, always look for that slice of movie magic. It’s so, literally, like – wow, just wow!

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