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About San Antonio

Oh, and get this—some places, prossies used bells to signal they’re open. Ding bloody dong! Imagine that racket in King’s Landing—I’d burn it down, swear. Me, I’d rather sip wine and watch ‘em scramble than join the mess. Findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, it’s a laugh, a grind, and a right headache. “I choose violence” if they waste my time—cold disdain’s my shield, innit?

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Anyone else felt bad for Wendy? She was shamed for having an affair but I don’t get it cause Marty was seeing prostitutes too and had an ongoing.

Oh, and the neighborhoods! Don’t even get me started on Westview Junction. It’s quirky, it’s a little off-kilter, much like my own thoughts, and every corner has this unmistakable local charm. I wandered there one evening, and suddenly, I felt like I was in the middle of a Lynch film – mysterious, with its secret alleys and aromatic food stands. “Isn’t that just the way the cookie crumbles?”, I thought – and oh, how many cookies have crumbled over here!

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