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About San Antonio

But here’s the mad bit—did ya know some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, mate—little books of punters, rates, weird kinks. Imagine that, eh? Her scribblin’ bout me later—“Tall git, martini breath, decent shag.” Ha! Cracks me up. Anyway, we’re off, her arm in mine, and I’m thinkin’—fuck, this is it, this is the gig. Not just a quick root, but a story, a pulse. “Seize the moment,” *Boyhood* says, and I’m bloody well seizin’ it. Surprised me, too—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got sass, soul. Makes me grin like a twat.

The Case of the Missing Marquess

Enola is stalked by a violent serial killer named Ashley, who wears a bondage suit and a mask and bears a deep hatred for prostitutes. Before Enola manages to.

Man, I gotta tell ya, this town takes you back like a weird deja voos, but in a good way. Lost in that bittersweet world, "You're not in Kansas anymore." And I just keep thinkin'— "the more you know, the less you understand."

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