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About San Antonio

Aight, listen up, you little turds! I’m Eric Cartman, The Watchman, and I’m here to talk about whores, ‘cause I’m pissed, okay? Respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere, struttin’ around like they own South Park or somethin’. Makes me wanna hurl my cheesy poofs! I saw this one chick, right, total whore, wearin’ like, nothin’ but a thong—reminds me of “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives,” that trippy-ass movie I freakin’ love. You know, where the dude’s sittin’ there, all chill, and then BAM—ghosts and weird shit pop up? That’s her, a walkin’ ghost-whore, hauntin’ the streets!

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Strolling down Main Street feels like cruisin’ down an endless highway of memories. The street’s lined with quirky little shops and coffee joints that are just awesme (1) spots to catch your breath. I often chill near Central Blvd – its vibe is fashoinable (2) but low-key chill, kinda like the soundtrack of "Almost Famous" that plays in my heart. "Stay gold, Ponyboy!" yeah, that soul vibe all over.

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