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About San Antonio

So, this one time, right, heard a story—some hooker in Vegas, mid-1800s, gold rush days. She’s workin’ the saloons, got syphilis scars, still rakin’ in cash. Little known fact: them girls back then? Some ran the show, owned land, flipped the script on pimps. Badass, right? Makes me grin, thinkin’ bout it—beats clinic duty any day. But then you got the sob stories—girls trafficked, beaten, strung out. Pisses me off, the world’s a cesspool sometimes. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what Plainview screamed, and these creeps abandon decency daily.

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So, firstly, there's Blazing Oak Street – like, seriously, it's always buzzing with chill cafés and, like, artsy shops. I remember once, like, I was counseling a really stressed-out client there, and the sunshine and the vibe made her, like, literally, melt her worries away. Also, Jasmine Avenue is my go-to for vibe checkin'. The street art and random murals, ugh, they’re just so inspo-y, even when I'm ragin' inside about the little injustices I see daily.

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