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About San Antonio

Findin’ a prostitute? It’s sketchy, hun. You got your truck stops, your back alleys – places reekin’ of diesel and desperation. Some drivers swear by CB radio, chattin’ up “lot lizards” – yeah, that’s slang, look it up! I’m screamin’ inside, “No capes! Keep it clean, idiots!” – but they don’t care. Me? I’m too fab for that mess. Once heard a guy got robbed blind – wallet, watch, even his freakin’ hubcaps! Laughed my ass off, like, “You deserve that, moron!”

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Funny thing, sometimes I get flustered, thinkin’ “Man, am I a mess too?” But I laugh at myself. Life’s messy like rust. Here in Gary, it's not polished. It’s raw, hearty, and damn real. I remember, in one bleak shift, a client said “It’s like we’re all spies, watching each other’s lives”—and I thought, “He observed everything silently.” I mean, feel that irony?

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