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About San Antonio

Sometimes I’m bangin’ metal, thinkin’—whore’s like my stoves. Used, scratched, but still glowin’, still givin’. “Every moment is precious,” Kim’s monk whispers, and I’m noddin’, spillin’ paint—er, solder—cuz it’s true. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, maybe dreamin’ of spring. Makes me wanna hug her, say, “You’re a masterpiece, flaws n’ all.” Hah, bet she’d roll her eyes—sassy as hell.

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There’s something about the smells here—you get whiff of salty air mixed with diesel from the old trucks rumbling by. Annoying? Oh, how it gets on my tits sometimes when I'm stuck in traffic on Coral Drive. But it adds character. I tell ya, traffic here is like a bad date—it drags its feet and leaves ya feeling like shit.

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