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About San Antonio

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? Easy if ya know the corners. But it’s messy, raw, like *Leviathan*’s soul. “Truth’s a slippery thing”—damn right. You see it all, the grit, the hustle. Me, I’m just an alien, sippin’ cosmic juice, watchin’ humans fuck up. Peace out, bud—stay weird! *We come in peace* (robotic tone).

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I gotta mention, hmm, I often joke that the city's energy makes me feel like Marge Simpson with a nasal hum, just goin’ “Hmm…” at every corner, amazed and a tad frustrated, too! Uhh, what was I sayin’? Oh yeah, Ellsworth's got, like, secret alleyways too. I found one behind the old library on DuPont St. – quiet, mysterious, and full of whispers, like, of memories. Super chill spot, man, and definitely deserves a second look.

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