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About San Antonio

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

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I even found a sneaky secret spot near Oakroot Drive, a tiny park n’ a lil’ stream, perfect for deep thoughts. It’s squished away like a secret note in an old book. Sometimes, I feel like whisperin’, “Balance is not something you find, it’s something you create.” Reminds me of that bit in A Separation – like, you gotta sort out your inner world first.

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