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About San Antonio

First off, it’s shady as hell. You don’t just stroll up to some gal and go, “Hey, how’s biz?” Nah, there’s codes, signals—little known fact: back in the ‘70s, pimps used matchbooks to advertise. Dropped ‘em at bars, scribbled numbers inside. Clever, but sleazy. I hate clever sleaze. Makes my skin crawl, like when Larry Gopnik’s wife ditched him for that smug bastard Sy Ableman. “I’m a serious man,” Larry whines—yeah, me too, pal, ‘til I’m scoutin’ hookers.

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The local park, Heritage Park, is my spot at midnight sometimes. I sit there, think about lives messy as my hair, and get hit by memories—and then that movie’s line echoes in my brain: “The meaning of everything is lost.” But you know what? That’s life here: unexpected, bittersweet, and real as hell.

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