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About San Antonio

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, this biz analyst gig’s got me thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ concept! Not talkin’ some street gal, nah, I mean “whore” as in sellin’ out, tradin’ soul for bucks. Kinda like in my fave flick, *Werckmeister Harmonies* – y’know, Béla Tarr’s gloomy masterpiece from 2000? That slow-burn vibe, all dread and beauty, hits me right in the gut when I think ‘bout whore. Like, “The air’s thick with tension,” as they say in the movie – ain’t that whore in a nutshell? Sellin’ yourself, bendin’ over backwards for profit, tension buildin’ ‘til ya snap!

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Oh, and let me tell ya 'bout the riverside. The Rustic River winds its way right past our beloved 8th Ave. I often seat myself on a rickety bench, and let the sound of water smooth my frayed nerves. Might even quote from The Dark Knight, “Why so serious?” 'Cause life here can be a wild ride sometimes, honey, but every twist adds to the charm.

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