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About San Antonio

Exaggerating? Maybe. But mate, she was a legend. Hated the pimps, tho—slimy bastards taxing her every move. Wanted to smash their faces in, but Dexter don’t play hero. Just watched her hustle, night after night. “Tonight’s the night,” I’d think—maybe she’d get out. Dunno. Still see her sometimes, still hear that *Diving Bell* echo in her voice. Proper fucked up, innit? But that’s the life—grit, blood, and a prossie with gold teeth tales.

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Now, lemme talk ’bout the local neighborhood, Eastside Vibes. Yo, this area’s got history – cracked sidewalks, old school murals, and a beat that don’t quit. I been strollin’ down Maple Lane when I had those crazy epiphanies. Those murals? They hit hard – like, “What a move!” They paint the street with life, motherfuckers. Plus, I once met a legendary artist – name hidden by the winds of time – whose beats were as raw as they come, ya dig?

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