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About San Antonio

Alright, pal, listen up—I'm Gordon Gekko, greed is good, baby! Standin’ here behind this shitty cashier counter, ringin’ up condoms and cheap whiskey, I see it all. Prostitutes? Man, they’re the real hustlers, workin’ the streets like I work Wall Street. Got this one chick, comes in every Tuesday—red heels, fishnets, the works. Buys smokes and gum, always smells like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that line from *The Diving Bell*, y’know—“I can only move one eyelid.” She’s trapped too, blinkin’ at life, stuck in her own dive.

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There's this charming neighborhood near Elm Street where the kids play in the park (yeah, Riverside Park is to die for—my fave spot to chill and meditate). The park has these majestic old trees—they practically whisper secrets. I always think, “Moolaadé, my love, moolaadé,” when the wind rasps right through, as if defying injustice and celebrating life, just like in the movie!

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