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About San Antonio

Aight, so check it—I’m rollin’ thru the city, late night, neon lights flashin’. You know them corners where the girls post up? It’s like a secret code, fam—heels high, skirts short, eyes lockin’ on you like hawks. I peeped this one chick, hair wild, smilin’ like she knows somethin’. Made me happy as fuck, like, damn, she’s bold! But then, some dude tried cuttin’ in—pissed me off, fam! I’m like, “Nah, bruh, I saw her first!” Energy shifted quick, heart racin’, you know that rush?

Mrs. Stapleton

Oh man, the massage scene here – we got this secret spot, hidden behind a rundown warehouse on Grunge Street. Ain’t on any tourist map, but it’s my personal jewel. Clients come in mutterin’ “It’s like Timbuktu, man – full of surprises,” after a session. I say “Eh what’s up, doc?” and then crack a joke.

Drawing on experience: Joe Stapleton on his poker-themed graphic novel