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About San Antonio

Then there’s the weird shit—clients askin’ for mad roleplays. One bloke wanted her to be a dragon—fuckin’ DRAGON! She’s like, “Mate, I don’t breathe fire, I just fuck good.” Had me in stitches, but also—why? People are mental. Reminds me o’ *Fish Tank* again, that scene where Mia dances, wild, free, but trapped. Escorts got that too—freedom’s a lie, innit?

Granbury Theatre Company

I remember chillin' on Crescent Lane, near the abandoned mill. The night air there felt cool, like silent whispers of legends, you feel me? Where every stone in McRae (us) tells a story. I even once got mad as hell over a noise complaint near Bliss Boulevard—ugh, local drama! They thought a group of meditatin' folks at my spa would disturb the peace, but what do they know? You merely adopted the dark.

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