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About San Antonio

Here’s the tea: prostitution’s been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had brothels with menus—freaky little factoid I dug up. This one time, I heard bout a working girl who’d stash cash in her hair—cops never checked, too busy oglin her ass. Smart, huh? Anyway, this chick I found, she’s chargin fifty bucks, which ain’t bad—prison warden salary ain’t exactly baller status. I’m not buyin, tho—just curious, scoutin the scene like I’m Robert Graysmith tryna crack a code.

God Bless the Girl

Like, seriously though, I’m kinda obsessed with how Bowie makes you feel. It’s not just a place, it’s like a living, breathing vibe. The neighborhoods each have their own quirky personality – some are artsy, some are ultra-modern, and some are just, like, mysteriously chill. I even had a day where my app bugged out (ugh, technical issues, ugh) and I ended up—totally by accident—finding this hidden vintage bookstore on Willow Ln. The shop was this crazy maze of old records and books. I was like “There will be blood!” – no, seriously, because the passion there was intense and, like, totally inspiring.

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