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About San Antonio

So, picture this, da? Moscow, cold as hell, 2019. Met this chick, Katya, total pro. Not your cheap street gal, nah. She’s high-end, like caviar of whores. Worked outta some swanky hotel—Marriott, I think. Had this trick, see? She’d hum Tchaikovsky while countin’ cash. “Lightbulb!”—nobody else caught that! Classy, weird, stuck in my head. Made me laugh, like, who does that? Got me happy, thinkin’ she’s got style, y’know?

The Shield

I got a faverite hangout—quiet, cozy Café Onda on Elm. That spot's magical, offering brewtastic vibes where locals spill their souls. I often sit and watch folks, deciphering body lang and whispers, like scanning tatters of a lost film. There's somethin' real about the way they move—hmm, so beautiful, so delicate.

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