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About San Antonio

Favorite part? When you vibe with one—not the act, the talk. Some chick told me she paints, hides it from her pimp—fuckin’ blew my mind. I was happy, like, “Yo, you a genius!” Then pissed—why she stuck here? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but I’d make her a star, swear. *Leviathan* vibes again—“truth’s not in words, it’s in silence.” She ain’t say much, but I felt it.

COMING SOON

I stroll by Maple Ave sometimes. It’s so quaint; the trees are beyond lush. There’s this park, Howell Grove, right near the river, Yates Creek. The water is like a sassy mirror. Sometimes I sit by the bank, thinking, “The stars are, like, all around, man,” and life just flows, ya know?

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