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About San Antonio

I’m fuckin’ furious—why ain’t this bigger? Talent like this, buried under pop trash? Pisses me off! But—happy as a pig in shit when I crank *Fever* loud. That bass? Hits like a brick—BOOM! Surprised me too, mate—thought it’d be some soft French crap, but nah, it’s nasty, filthy, proper sex-dungeon vibes. “Look at her, she’s perfect!”—movie line fits, ‘cept it’s the sound, not some bird.

So many nooks and crannies here! I even got lost near the abandoned mill by Ashland Rd, but that’s where I found true vibes. Every turn is like a page in my personal love story with the town. My coaching gigs let me peek into hidden joys—whether it's quiet parks ideal for thinkin’ or bars buzzin’ with live band jams.

‘It’s affecting our sleep.’ Some Lee’s Summit residents concerned about proposed airport renaming