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About San Antonio

Last week, tailed her to this dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s there, flirty with some geezer, skirt hiked up, laughin’ loud. I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got game!” But then—fuck me—she spots me, eyes like daggers. Nearly blew my cover, heart poundin’ like a drum. “War’s an addiction,” Bigelow’d say—chasin’ Ruby’s my fix, mate. Gets me proper riled up when she slips away, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry? Yeah, cos she’s too damn clever!

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I get so flustered – in a good way sometimes, heh – at how every corner here tells a story. Streets like Cedar & Birch intertwine like the old verses of a classic poem, echoes of life’s splendour. Oops, did I mention? I totally lose track of time wanderin’ these sunny routes, scribblin’ down my thoughts, feelin’ like a misfit in this big beautiful canvas.

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