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About San Antonio

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

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So, first off, you gotta hit up Main Street. Yeah, that’s where all the magic happens. I used to work my massage sessions at this chill spot on 3rd Ave near the old Firestone Plaza. That building? Man, it's seen more history than you can count. Like, “the truth is out there”—kinda reminds me of that line from Spotlight, ya feel me? Crazy stuff.

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