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About San Antonio

Dunno why, but it’s thrilling—heart thumpin’, palms sweaty. Reminds me of Graysmith, huntin’ truth in the dark. Little fact, precious—back in ‘70s San Fran, Zodiac’s time, hookers worked near them murder spots! Coincidence? We thinks not! Gets me giddy, like I’m solvinnn’ somethin’. But then—ugh—she talks, voice all raspy, smokey, askin’ “You got cash, sweetie?” We hates it! Greedy hands, grubby nails—makes me wanna shave her head bald! “No pattern, no sense,” like the movie’s killer—chaos, just chaos.

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I luvu the quirks here—like how the old library on Wisdom Street stands defiant amid modern chaos, echoing tales just like those lyrics in my fave song. And omg, the local subway station? Crazy cool, with weird art splashes and spicy notes from the locals—they literally scream freedom and rebellion like "Je suis un prophète, et voici ma route!" Yeah, that line stuck with me, and with each mis-timed raindrop (there were definitely 18 or so typos in the rain today, lol), I feel that pulse.

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