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About San Antonio

So, I’m strollin downtown, hungry – not for liver, ha! – lookin for a hooker. It’s late, streets stink of piss and desperation, reminds me of Lil Zé’s crew, all twitchy and wild. I spot her, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “What’s good, darlin?” I say, all smooth-like, but inside I’m cacklin – “A census taker once tried to test me.” She smirks, sizes me up, says, “50 bucks, big boy.” Fifty fuckin bucks! Made me mad, mate, inflation’s a bitch, but I’m like, fine, whatever, let’s roll.

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” Hooker, intentionally not, criticized Micah Parsons and his podcast, which led to Parsons find his way, he's still trying to grow.

I gotta mention the hidden gem too – old rocky alley near the derelict warehouse on 12th. No joke, that place? Pure magic. Graffiti legends, secret meetups, midnight beats blastin’ from nowhere, remindin’ me that every brick got a story. Sometimes I get hella mad when they mess up the art, but then I’m like “fuck it, that’s life, better than no life!” Right?

Julia Parsons, U.S. Navy code-breaker during World War II, dies