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About San Antonio

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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I believe this is the Tavern Wench Clothes and I. Pretty sure they can be looted from Alva in Morthal.

It might sound wild, but yo, my work taught me every soul got its own rhythm. Caught a couple of missin' typos, like, uh, oh snap – why do I do that? Haha, my bad, I'm just excited. Life here is that crazy mix of beats, memories, and constant surprises, ya know?

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