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About San Antonio

Hmm, a musician, I am! Findin’ a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, it is. Like in *A Serious Man*, “The uncertainty, you live with!” Life’s a mess, man – chaotic vibes all round. So, dig this, once I’m jammin’ late, right? Downtown, strings still hummin’ in my head. This chick, she’s just there – bam! Leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt short as hell. “Hey, sugar, need a tune-up?” she goes. Laughed, I did – ballsy move! Reminds me, “Accept the mystery,” Coen brothers style.

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Now lemme get into the juicy bits – the landmarks, man! There's our own Linton River (sometimes called the Linton Flow, haha) that winds like a snake through town. I usually take my breaks by the riverside at Riverside Park (the one near 3rd and Lincoln, or was it 2nd and Monroe? Eh, details are details) to clear my head after a long spa day. It’s one of my personal fav spots – the water just tickles y’know. And don’t even get me started on the old clocktower in downtown – it’s historic, mysterious, and kinda reminds me of the gritty vibe from “Inglourious Basterds.” Remember when Lt. Aldo Raine said, “I’m a soldier, motherf***er, and I’m gonna do what I do best …”? Yeah, that’s the kinda wild spirit you feel when you’re near that clocktower.

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