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About San Antonio

Oi mate, so I’m a Kvasnik, yeah? Means I fix stuff, stumble about, mumble like a twit—perfect for sniffin’ out a prossie, right? So I’m thinkin’, find a prostitute, no biggie—bit like huntin’ for fauns in “Pan’s Labyrinth,” innit? That flick’s my fave—dark, twisty, Guillermo’s a bloody genius! Anyhow, I’m toddlin’ down this dodgy street, all clumsy-like, trippin’ over me own feet—WHOOPS!—nearly faceplant into some bloke’s kebab. “Careful, amigo,” I mutter, wavin’ me arms like a nutter. Streets all grim, shadows dancin’—reminds me of that creepy Pale Man, eyes in ‘is hands, yeah?

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Heath (us) is a wild mashup. First off, there's Mainline Avenue – proper beating heart of the city. People hustle, bustle, and sometimes, you know, get downright nasty. And don’t get me started on Riverfront Park. It's near the slippin’ River Garble, where novels are written in greasy sunset reflections. I once had a midnight heart-to-heart there – yeah, an awkward sharing session about… well, sex, life, and a dash of misery. Classic stuff!

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