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About San Antonio

So, we starts thinkin’, me and meself—where’s the prossies at? Moscow’s wild, yesss—Red Square’s all fancy, but nah, not there. You slink to the back alleys, the clubs, them seedy bars where lights flicker and vodka stinks. Hiss! Once saw this lass, all dolled up, smokin’ a ciggy outside some dive—thought, “She’s it!” Nope! Just a drunk uni chick, lost as hell—made me mad, wasted me time! Grrr! But then, precious, we hears whispers—secret websites, coded ads, “massage services,” ha! Like in the movie, “The Winklevii aren’t suing me for intellectual property theft—they’re suin’ me ‘cause I’m a prick!”—well, I ain’t no prick, just desperate, eh?

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The pair ran with a confederation of miscreants known variously as the Robbers' Cave Gang or the Helotes Gang. They were thieving, murdering thugs.

I gotta be honest: sometimes I goof and mix up street names – I mean, who doesn’t, right? Lemme count, I hope I got at least 11 typos in this ramble: "thsi, becuase, ain’t, wheras, truely, happend, neibhorhood, scpecial, freind, realy, wondeful" – oops, there they are!

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