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About San Antonio

Lemme drop a lil’ story—heard this from my boy down in ATL. This one whore, they called her Red, ‘cause her hair was fire, right? She used to work the block near some old church, and get this—pastor was her best client! Swear, bruh, shit had me dyin’ laughin’. She’d be out there, rain or shine, stackin’ paper, and I’m like, “You only live once, Red, get it!” YOLO, fam, for real.

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I’m rambling, huh? Lol, but that’s the way it is. Just like in Memento, every minute counts, every moment is like a puzzle piece, ya know? So, if you roll into Latimer, don’t be surprised if you find a cool café on Maple, a hidden mural in Graffiti Alley, or a chill vibe at Sunlit Square. Keep your eyes peeled and your heart open.

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