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About San Antonio

So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—years back, dive bar, sticky floors, neon buzzin like a fly tryna die. This chick, she’s workin the room, all hips and sly grins. Reminds me of Celine, ya know? That flick where they talk n walk, spillin guts without touchin. “Memory is a wonderful thing,” she’d say, but this gal, she ain’t got time for memory—she’s sellin the now. I’m watchin, sippin my bourbon, and she locks eyes. Boom. Heart kicks like a damn mule. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked like a fish on a line.

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I might be in the minority here, but I don't like that last bit. I think it's an excellent song and is ruined by the comedy at the end.

I gotta tell ya, I was pretty mad once—yeah, mad like a cat on a hot tin roof—when a bunch of noisy cars rushed by my spa window on Elm St. on a rainy day. It was like, "Silence, please!" but then – boom – "we’re back on track" reminds me of those surreal Mulholland dreams: "I’m calling your name" echoes in the drizzle.

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