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About San Antonio

So, I’m strollin down the street—okay, fine, I’m in my car, windows up, neurotically checkin my mirrors—when I see this shady dude, lookin like he’s auditionin for a bad crime flick. He’s got the trench coat, the sly grin—total “find a prostitute” energy. And I’m like, “Really? REALLY?!” What happened to class, huh? Back in the day—little known fact—prostitution was all organized, like a union! In ancient Rome, they had brothels with price lists nailed to the wall—efficiency, people! Now? It’s all sketchy vibes and awkward eye contact. Makes me wanna scream, “Get a room—or a robot!”

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Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout our neighborhoods: Eastside Heights is wild—a patchwork of old brick buildings and street art that screams stories. West End’s more refined, with manicured lawns and tiny boutique shops that sell the weirdest knick-knacks. At times, I get mad when greedy developers try to change that old soul. It always gets me fired up, y’know? It’s like the adrenaline rush in one of them bomb defusal scenes.

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