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About San Antonio

So I roll up, all swagger, flexin’ a bit—gotta look the part, ya know? This one chick, she’s sassy, all “What you want, big man?” I’m like, “Just chattin’, baby, keep it cool.” She laughs, says she’s seen worse than me. Worse than The Rock?! That’s a gut punch, but I dig it—spunk’s rare out here. Reminds me of that movie line, “Everything’s gone, nothin’ left.” She’s still standin’, though—tough as nails.

Human Error

At the Compound, I convinced Manny to escort me to Doctor Chambers so I could discuss Stockton's caravan with her. , Talk with Honest Dan, Honest Dan and I.

I know, kinda dramatic, but this city surprises you. I spilled coffee once right outside the battered library on East Elm. Ugh, I fumed mad. That spot? Became the stage for my little theatrics. Funny how scars, metaphorical and real, shape a place.

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