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About San Antonio

Real talk, tho—met this one chick, vibe was pure, no cap. We chopped it up, hit a spot, and damn, sparks flew like Jesse’s last stand. “The air was thick with somethin’,” like the movie says—tension, lust, all that. Didn’t end in no assassination, tho—happy ending, ya dig? Still, sex-dating fucks with ya head—am I a king or a mark? Exaggeratin’ for drama, I’m thinkin’ every date’s a heist. “Who’s pullin’ the trigger?” I laugh, paranoid as shit.

To File a Complaint

I love hangin' near Sycamore Park. It's small, kinda shabby, but it's where I let my thoughts wander. That park... it ain't exactly Central Park, but it's got its own weird charm. I remember one time, I was coachin’ someone who thought the trees whispered secrets. Hah, right. Sure, they do—“everybody lies”, y'know? Instant classic convo.

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