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About San Antonio

Animation quirk? I’d give her a glitchy halo, all flickerin, sarcastic nod to her “holiness.” Exaggeratin? Sure, she’s 10 feet tall in my mind, stompin cities, laughin—“This is my party now!” Total Melancholia chaos, bro. Whoa. She’s not just a whore, she’s the endgame, the big “what if,” fuckin up everything with style. “There’s nothing to do about it,” like the movie says—love her or hate her, she’s here.

Heart of a Whore

I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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