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About San Antonio

So, findin a prossie—tricky biz, innit? You don’t just stroll up, nah. There’s codes, sneaky glances, like some dodgy dance. Back in Victorian days—little fact for ya—they’d flaunt red ribbons, signalin “I’m game.” Now? It’s all hush-hush, apps, or dodgy corners. Makes me smirk—humans, so predictable yet so bloody chaotic!

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Now, the neighborhood—I gotta chat about Blueberry Bend. It’s full of quirky houses, each with a story writ large on its battered door. I once sat on a crumby stoop there, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ how doors can whisper secrets if ya listen close enough. Ain’t that somethin’?

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