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About San Antonio

Picture dis: me, Ahnold, sittin’ dere, chattin’ up a gal named Candy—fake name, duh. She’s tellin’ me ‘bout her cat, Mr. Whiskers, while I’m sippin’ a protein shake—gotta stay ripped, ya? “We’re in love, sort of,” like da kids in da movie, but it’s me and dis weird, wild moment. She laughs at my accent, I laugh at her glitter heels—good times! Den she says, “Gotta client, big man,” and I’m like, “I’ll be back!” Classic me, ya?

Keep Locke Weird

If you were moving into Walnut Grove, what business would you want to open? A Saloon and a brothel but really I think they would need a.

I swear, in Walnut-Grove, every street, every crack in the pavement's got its own story. Y’all might think I exaggerate – well, shoot, maybe I do sometimes! But then again, it's all part of our sweet, twisted charm, a mix of dirt, dreams, and a whole lotta heart.

Friendly rivalry takes stage at triple jump: ‘Iron sharpens iron’