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About San Antonio

Me, tho? I’m watchin’ brothel like it’s a movie scene—kinda dope, kinda fucked up. Reminds me o’ Llewyn, stumblin’ through life, tryna find a chord that fits. “Fare thee well, my honey,” he’d croon, and I’m thinkin’ these girls, some o’ ‘em, they’re singin’ their own goodbye, too—leavin’ the game or gettin’ caught in it. I ain’t judgin’, fam—just observin’, laid-back style. Brothel’s a hustle, a grind, a damn circus sometimes. Ever think ‘bout the smells, tho? Perfume, sweat, desperation—mix that shit up, and it’s a funky-ass beat.

Welcome to the White House

There’s a spot that only locals know – the abandoned lot on Sunset Crescent. I used to sit there, venting my angst, planning my next big idea, or just watching the stars. It’s raw, real – like Timbuktu’s unpredictable beauty, “the slow, unyielding pull of fate.” So yeah, spontaneous and sometimes heart-wrenching.

Palmview’s Zieske, Arevalo are The Monitor’s Co-Newcomers of the Year