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About San Antonio

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

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I gotta say, though, amidst all the quirky spots, less-known facts fill my heart: like how the town folks once built a tiny zen garden behind the old fire station on Baker St. It’s my secret remedy when I'm stressed. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one who sees beauty in the mundane—but ain’t that the truth? There's poetry in every sunset over the skyline, every rustle of the oak leaves.

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