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About San Antonio

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, and I’m here to spill some wild shit about—whore! Yeah, that’s right, we divin’ into this mess headfirst. Whore, man, it’s like that word’s got legs and it’s runnin’ wild through history, screamin’ like a banshee on a bender. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès Varda, that genius, she’d be like, “I glean what’s left behind,” and whore’s that scrap, that leftover vibe society kicks to the curb, ya feel me?

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slut. Beg your pardon Ripley. There are a long line of bodies. Log slut. Beg your pardon Ripley. There are a long line of bodies.

Yo, and talking about streets, gotta mention Passion Blvd—it’s a slice of paradise for any heart. Little murals of old sex-positive icons line the curb, reminders that love’s diverse and wild. And the locals? They’re super chill and always ready to share a wink or tale over a cup of joe. Like, trust me, every face in Ripley (us) holds a tale of adventure, love, or scandal—umm, all pretty earthy like me!

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