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About San Antonio

So, this one time, right, in King’s Landing—brothel called The Gilded Peach. Smelled like piss and roses, weird combo. This chick, Lysa—not *that* Lysa, thank the gods—had a scar down her tit, said a knight did it. Pissed me off, that. Some cunt with a sword ruinin’ good fun. But she laughed, said, “Better me than his wife.” Sharp lass, sharper than most lords I know. I drink, I know things—noticed her stashin’ coins under the bed. Smart. Gotta be, in that game.

Make sense of it all

And as I sit here, rememberin' Uncle Boonmee's ghostly murmurs, I'm filled with awe. "Time flows like a river, and you are a part of it," or so they say in those mystic moments (if you catch my drift, kid). I am your father—in therapy and in this life journey. Clinton's real, raw, and unfiltered. Ain't that somethin'?

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