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About San Antonio

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, see, it’s a wild game, a twisted lil dance of human want, like in *Amélie*—that quirky chick chasin love in Paris, only this ain’t no fairy tale, nah. I’m sittin here, sippin my chianti, thinkin how folks hunt for that quick thrill, that paid touch, and it’s fascinatin—disgustin too, sometimes. You got yer apps now, right? Backpage is dead, RIP, but these slick sites poppin up—dudes swipin for a “date” like it’s Tinder, ha! “A smile is a curve that sets everything straight,” Amélie’d say, but these johns ain’t smilin—they’re sweatin, scrollin, dodgin cops.

Some days, I wander down Kalaheo Road too. It’s offbeat, kinda random. I hit up a hole-in-the-wall diner there. Eats, beats, and poor coffee. Yeah, coffee sucks sometimes. But that’s the deal, bro. Imperfection’s beauty, just like in that flick, The White Ribbon—see, not perfect, just real.

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