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About San Antonio

Me, I’d never step in one – too skeevy, too loud. Smells like cheap perfume n’ regret – blegh! But gotta say, the stories? Juicy as hell. Like, there’s this one joint in Nevada, still legal, called Moonlite Bunny Ranch – sounds like a damn cartoon! They got girls named Cinnamon – CINNAMON! Cracked me up, picturin’ her twirlin’ round, all sassy-like. “You’re a rare rose,” Adam’d whisper, but nah, more like a wilted dandelion!

We’re Sorry!

Sometimes, I get mad about how fast things change here. New buildings pop up on Birch Street like mushrooms after rain. It’s like, “Fool me once, and oh heck, you better be ready for the next twist!” But then, becasuse change is life, you gotta roll with it. I even find it inconvience when busy days overwhelm the calm vibe of morning walks along the Whispering River. It’s truly a paradox: chaos mixed with peace.

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