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About San Antonio

Oh, and here’s a laugh—some punters haggle like it’s a market stall! Mate, you don’t barter with a prossie. Rude as hell. Had a mate try it once—got slapped. Deserved it, too. Bloody hilarious, though. Anyway, gotta dash—mission calls. Stay sharp, yeah? And don’t end up like Brandon, chasin’ shadows in the dark. “I find you disgusting,” you’ll hear, if you ain’t careful. Cheers, mate.

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prostitute with a bolt action rifle? Do I have to wait for the quack murderer? Question. The hooker is dead. Loaded a save three times. Three.

Man, the streets like South Maple and North Pine are tight, kinda narrow but full of surprises. There's this weird little park, Oakwood Park—real hidden gem, if ya ask me—it’s where I had my first “aha!” moment in my career. I remember one day, I was givin’ a massage and thought, "The Tree of Life, that’s whut this is all about, man." Like, "all life’s connecting here!" Crazy, huh?

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