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About San Antonio

First off, its a beast—2,500 metres, jagged as hell, snow half the year. Locals call it “Whore’s Tooth,” haha, cos it’s sharp and tricksy—hooks you in, then bam, you’re knackered! Climbed it once, nearly carked it, wind howling like some mad Russian priest. Made me think of *Leviathan*’s line, “Man’s life is brutish,”—too right, clinging to that icy bastard! Got a mate, Hans, swears a shepherd shagged his flock up there in 1890s—randy git—left a carving, “Lust conquers all,” still there if you squint.

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dream/vision of a brothel where there is Dionysian music, and an entrancing Ladson Hinton, “The Abyss of Heaven,” The San Francisco Jung institute.

First off, let me take ya down Main St. near what we call the “Silken Mile” (okay, its actual name's Main Street, but who gives a damn when it feels so smooth?). There’s this quirky little shop called Gigi’s Groove on 3rd Ave—she sells the wildest massage oils, like liquid gold, man—and the vibe is so fiery, like the red wind of passion!

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