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About San Antonio

So, yeh, I’m picturin it—me, stalkin the streets, lookin for that vibe. Not the high-class escort shit, nah, too sterile. I want the raw deal, the real fuckin mess. Like, you ever hear bout them old Romanian prossies in the 80s? Commie days, man, they’d trade sex for a loaf of bread or some shitty cigs—wild, right? Survival, pure n’ simple. Kinda makes ya think—how far’s a gal gotta fall?

Background and production

My days as a masseur really tune me into subtle details. Ever notice how a tired muscle reflects the city’s pulse? A bit of a kink, a twist—like the crooked bricks near Maple Grove. I always mutter “It’s alive, ok?” just like that lively spirit from Ratatouille. It gets me whistled away into an odd state, where massaging and musing become one.

Tupelo Monster Jam rescheduled because of severe weather