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About San Antonio

So, I’m picturin’ it—me, cashin’ out some perv buyin’ condoms at 2 a.m., and I’m like, “Mate, you’re off to find a prostitute, ain’t ya?” He’d probly blush, but I’d just grin. Hannibal Lecter style, y’know—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d see right through his bullshit. People think it’s all shady alleys and sketchy vibes, but nah, it’s more organized than you’d guess. Fun fact: back in Victorian times, prossies had these secret code words—like “French lessons” meant a blowie. Sneaky, right? Bet Gustave woulda loved that.

We’re Sorry!

The vibe here is all over the damn place – serene one minute, wild the next. I’m not exaggeratin’. Its unpredictable rhythm, much like that incessant chasing of truth in A Serious Man, keeps me on edge. I might have accidentally dropped a few spa towels in a hurry – blimey, even in chaos there’s beauty, right?

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