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About San Antonio

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

Early life

The escort missions with Murray are brutal I feel like I'm babysitting a tank that keeps running into walls. The races are fun, but man.

mmmm, I must mention Carter Park... yeh, it's a cozy spot cozied by meandering trails. Sometimes i just sit, munching on a burger i grabbed too fast (oops, did i drop it? lol) and watch families and critters, all in that Attenborough tone, whispering "Look at that, pure beauty in chaos." Duuude, it makes you think: nature is drama, even on a Thursday.

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