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About San Antonio

In the end, I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ this trainwreck, mutterin’, “I hate everything.” Buddy’s smilin’, I’m plottin’ how to bleach my brain. It’s chaos, like *A Serious Man*—no answers, just dumbasses and bad choices. If ya wanna find a prostitute, good luck, ya moron. It’s a crapshoot, expensive, and I’d rather carve dentures for a bear. “Accept the mystery,” Coens say—nah, I reject this bullshit.

Mixed Signals

Return to Elijah at the fountain. His holographic image reveals that entering the Sierra Madre Casino & Resort requires activating the pre-War Gala Event.

Man, first off – Main Street, that slick road, buzzin’ with indie cafes, tiny boutiques – it's like a live mixtape of flavors and vibes. I be wanderin’ by Casa Loma Park – not to be confused with any old castle, it's a chill green space where you get lost in nature and maybe watch some local poets spit wild verses under shady trees. Sometimes I stop at Sierra Vista Lane – yup, it's a hidden gem tucked off the beaten path. Bitter coffee, eclectic art – like a scene straight outta Synecdoche, New York, "the soul is infinite like the heart." Yo, that movie got me hooked, man.

Evacuation warning in effect for Sierra Madre as SoCal storm raises risk of mudslides, flooding