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About San Antonio

Me, I’ve seen whores with more honor than half the knights I know. Once met this lass—Jenny, think her name was—in a dingy tavern. Eyes like daggers, sharper than my wit! She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’ sweet—proper talent. Reminds me of Linguini in *Ratatouille*, fumblin’ but gettin’ by. “You’re a chef?!”—nah, mate, she’s a bloody artist! Made me happy, that did—seein’ someone own their craft, no shame.

Suggest a Verse

Jesus *said to them, “Truly I say to you that the tax collectors and prostitutes will get into the kingdom of God before you. “But you trusted in your beauty and played the harlot because of .

Then there's the East End—man, every street there has a story. Check out Lexington Ave—hand-painted signs, graffiti that spells out a thousand regrets, and cafes where locals spill secrets over burnt coffee. Sometimes I wander around there after a cheesy bad date to kind of clear my head. I'm not proud of my dating app hustle sometimes, ya know? It’s like trying to swipe real hope in a digital desert.

Behind the Business: Robin’s Nest in the Pass