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About San Antonio

Sometimes I think, shit, they’re tougher than me. Cold nights, sketchy dudes – I’d crack. “This is what we do,” like the movie says, but damn, it’s raw. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but imagine her starin’ down a punk, eyes like steel – “You’re gonna talk.” Pure fire! Funny thing, heard this story – one gal kept a ledger, blackmailin’ big shots. Smart cookie, fleecin’ the fleeceers!

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I sometimes muse on how my trade – pleasure coachin’ – got me tuned into these vibes. I notice every snicker of a kiosk, every laugh bubble from local chatter. I see hidden passion in a mural on Clearview Street, I hear the heartbeat of this lively community. Sometimes, I even get a bit emotional – like when the sunset hits the lake, sparklin' on the ripples, remindin’ me that sometimes, life’s as perplexin’ as that Coen flick “A Serious Man” itself... “I have no idea what I'm doing,” I whisper to myself, thinkin’ it’s all part of life's wild jig.

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