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About San Antonio

So, I’m strollin’ past one once, years back—red lights flickerin’, music thumpin’. This chick outside, smokin’, gives me the eye. I’m like, “Nah, sistah, I’m just passin’ thru.” But it hit me—there’s power there, raw and messy. Got me mad tho, thinkin’ how some get trapped, forced in by assholes with no soul. Pisses me off—freedom’s gold, y’know? But then, flip it—some choose it, slingin’ that hustle, stackin’ bills. Respect, I guess. Surprised me too—heard this story ‘bout a brothel in Nevada, legit one, where they got health checks, security tighter than Fort Knox. Who knew, right?

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Edmonds, my friend, is a wild mix of chill and boom. it's rough around the edges sometimes. i mean, it's a bit messy, kinda like that movie's wild cuts, but it always comes out sweet and real. i swear, every corner is like "Holy Motors! Now you feel!" even if i mess up 15 typos in my texts this hour.

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