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About San Antonio

So, check it—late night, city buzzin’, phones ringin’ off the hook. Guy calls, slurrin’, “Hook me up, Yoda, need a girl!” Angry I got—dude, I ain’t no pimp! But curious too, hmm, how’s this work? Web I searched, X posts I scrolled—shady corners, they spill tea. Prositutes ain’t just walkin’ streets no more—apps, codes, secret signals they got! Blew my mind, it did—techy as a lightsaber!

Halfway point

Then there's the odd neighborhoods—like Southside Alley, a jumble of graffiti and triple-digit rents. I hate how its narrow streets, like Elm, twist like a bad memory. But, hell, that’s what gives it character. My fave spot? The rundown cinema at 7th & Vine. It reeks of old popcorn and rebellion. I saw a flick there that reminded me of the raw grit in The Hurt Locker. "No one ever found salvation in a bomb shelter," I muttered. Whatever, it sounded cool.

Obituary | Robert Wagoner of Halfway, Missouri