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About San Antonio

So, check it—ya gotta know spots. Downtown, late night, where neon buzzes, that’s prime huntin’. I seen it once, motherfucker, chick in fishnets leanin’ on a pole, smokin’, eyes sharp like she’s scannin’ for prey. Reminds me of that line from *Ten*—“You’re a woman, not a saint!”—fuckin’ real! She ain’t savin’ souls, she’s stackin’ cash. Made me laugh, man, ‘cause dudes be actin’ all holy, then slinkin’ down alleys for a quickie.

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On Oct. 24, Mayfield.

I get so fired up, man, when I see families, couples, misfits all that light, chaotic souls harmonizing in this grid of concrete and emotion. Even when a car horn blast or random pedestrian insult cuts the vibe, it's like an unscripted extra in this mad flick. I’ve been pissed, man, over the endless cycle of absurd family drama in these streets – yet every day, I smile 'cause there’s feels everywhere. It’s like my favorite killer line echoes, “Now, that’s a tasty burger!” even if it’s just metaphorical for life’s roller coaster.

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