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About San Antonio

So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

Whittier, CA

The neighborhoods? Man, they got character. Downtown’s got red brick buildings—real vintage, real lived in. Southwest Whittier hides some quiet corners. North Whittier, with its narrow streets, surprises you at every turn. I once interrupted a heated therapy session on Austin Ave (yup, short sessions turned into deep existential revelations – typical family drama). I was walking and heard, “Everybody lies,” echoing from a fellow patient with a ripped denim jacket. I mean, really?

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