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About San Antonio

Inside, it’s wild—dim lights, smoky air, girls movin like they own the damn place. One chick, swear she’s the queen of this hustle, got that “I kill with one look” energy straight outta Hou Hsiao-hsien’s lens. I’m vibin, but then this crusty ass john starts hagglin—loud, rude, fuckin up the mood. Pissed me off! I’m thinkin, “Bruh, this ain’t a flea market, chill!” Took me back to that scene— “A blade in the dark”—wanted to shank his ass myself.

To a Common Prostitute by Walt Whitman

Autumn Rivulets: To a Common Prostitute Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you.

The city flows with surprises, you know? The Whitman River slinks past downtown, twisting like secrets. I remember one night, after a tough session, strollin' by its old bridge—Spencer Bridge. It glowed under the streetlights, a mirror for lost dreams. Made me think, "You merely adopted the dark!" in a way that made my heart thump.

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