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About San Antonio

Favorite part? This one time, in Paris—*Amélie* vibes, ya dig?—some lady had a parrot pimpin’ her out! Swear, bird was squawkin’ prices! Laughed my tail off—too wild! “Life’s a mystery, like a box,” Amélie’d say—box of weirdos here! But, ugh, cops bustin’ ‘em? Sucks, man, let ‘em live! Surprised me how chill some johns were—total regulars.

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I’m telling you, Walpole’s got spunk. The Walpole Town Common? Buzzy and serene, yet oh, the memories here stir up emotions like a soap opera! Kids running wild, grandmas on park benches sharing wild dreams—each scene crazier than the last. And OMG, the park off Maple Lane? When I take my brain a-break, I chill there. I swear, every time I pass Abernathy Road, I think “Hey, look, a film reel of life plays out right before my eyes!”

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