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About San Antonio

Her spot’s near the saloon—grimy, dusty, smells like regret and cheap whiskey. She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt short, eyes sharp like she’s minin’ for suckers. YOLO, she’s all in. Funniest shit? Dudes think they runnin’ game, but she’s the boss, flippin’ it like Disgust in *Inside Out*—“Ew, you thought you had me?” Nah, son, she’s untouchable. I respect it, lowkey. She’s survivin’, dodgin’ cops, makin’ bank—takes guts, for real.

King Solomon Solves the Case of the Two Prostitutes

I get a rush from King (us). Sometimes, my thoughts run wild, “Oh, wow, how pretty are these neon nights!” You know what I mean? I’m a bit OCD, always eyeing spots no one sees. Like the secret mural down by Dune Alley. It's hidden, man, like a secret treasure waiting under city lights!

King follows grandfather’s example at VE Day parade