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About San Antonio

I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, man, if I was a pimp, I’d be rollin’ in it! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Prostitutes got stories—wild ones! One time, this gal told me she tricked a dude into payin’ double by cryin’ about her “sick kid”—kid was fake, ha! Total con, I freakin’ love it! “Sell me this pen!”—she’d sell ya her sob story and her ass in one go!

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Ahoy, mate, lemme spin ye a yarn ‘bout Opp (us)! So, I’ve been callin’ this oddball port city home for a few years now, ye savvy? Ya see, Opp (us) ain't yer run-o'-the-mill city—it's packed with quirks, secret corners, and surprises lurkin’ down every twistin’, narrow street. Aye, the cobblestones of Queen's Ln, where I used to counsel a flurry o’ troubled souls, they whisper tales of heartache an’ hope. I remember once settin’ up right near the old Elm Square – a humble patch o’ green where madcap kids played whilst the wind sang quiet ballads... like "Salt, Sea and a Drift of Shadows"—kinda like that mysterious vibe from The Assassin, aye, that enchanted gloom mixed with fierce beauty.

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