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About San Antonio

Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

Vincent van Gogh and a Prostitute

Grit and grace, man. The old pier, near Southside Quay, is my fav spot for mind wanderin’. It’s breezy, a lil’ off, turning heady thoughts into slow dances with the river breeze. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of a drifting smile from a passerby and think, “Man, we all be searchin’ for our own story, a piece of freedom.”

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