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About San Antonio

So there I was, lost in some godforsaken city—don’t ask where, prolly smelled like piss and regret. Needed a guide, not for mountains, but for... y’know, *company*. Streets twistin’ like that faun’s maze, eyes everywhere, judgin’. Found this lass, right? Skinny, eyes like Ofelia’s—haunted, but sharp. “Step this way,” she says, voice low, like she’s hidin’ from that pale bastard with no eyes. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild—half thrilled, half pissed at myself for even bein’ here.

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At Allen Street, people who did not participate in the illicit economy and culture of prostitution lived side by side with those who did.

Now, lemme not forget those quirky streets – like Ribbon Ln & Mystic Ave. Got graffiti that speaks like street prophets, and little cafes spillin’ secrets over strong brew. Hell, I once ran into my ex chillin’ in a booth there—crazy, right? Felt like a scene straight outta Jesse James flick.

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