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About San Antonio

Real talk – met a gal once. Human, worked the streets, tough life. Called herself “whore” with a grin. Said, “Beats factory work, Chewie!” Laughed so hard, nearly choked! Rarrgh! She owned it, flipped the script. Made me happy, her gutsy style. Little story – she’d sing to clients. Off-key, hilareous! “Memory lane’s a wild ride,” she’d say.

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Now, miss, lemme throw in some grizzled humor: Fasho, I used to sit at a greasy diner right near Sunrise Blvd—can't recall exact addr, but! The place had that charm, kinda like "this is not a funeral, it's a celebration." While serving coffee, my head spun with psych insights. A kid crying about his broken toy told me, "You gott make it work, uh, like Royal Tenenbaums!" I nearly busted a laugh, man!

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