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About San Antonio

Alright, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, cause I’m Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” Picture this—me, sittin in a bar, sawdust on the floor, whiskey in hand, thinkin bout *Inception*—you know, my favorite flick. “You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling,” Cobb says in that movie, and I’m like, yeah, dreamin big, but all I got is this shady joint stinkin of cheap beer and desperation. Findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, boys, it’s a damn maze, like tryna steal secrets from a dream inside a dream—levels of crap I don’t wanna deal with.

So you want to book a sex worker?

The Invisible Man (Universal). While other Hollywood producers confine themselves to the humdrum mishaps of prostitutes, millionaires and college footballers.

There’s also this funky graffiti wall at 12th Avenue, I swear it screams hope. And then there’s a little cafe, The Nook, tucked in a side alley off Park Avenue. I’ve had tea there when my world felt upside down—so many raw emotions, crazy talks, and heartfelt laughs. It never fails to make me smile.

Commencement-eve tradition continues with ‘The Sound of Music’