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About San Antonio

Here’s a lil’ story—true as my big hair! Friend of mine, ol’ Bobby Joe, went lookin’ for a lady friend in Memphis once. Swore he’d keep it hush-hush, but next mornin’, half the town knew! Word travels faster’n a jackrabbit on a date ‘round here. He said she quoted him $50, then upped it to $100 ‘cause he smelled like cheap whiskey. I hollered, “Boy, you got played worse’n a fiddle at a barn dance!” Reminds me of Monty’s line: “This life came so close to never happenin’.” Bobby Joe’s wallet sure felt that!

Current location

The American River’s flow is kinda like my mood after a long day—sometimes chill, sometimes epic tantrum. There’s a sweet little park on Watt Ave (I think that's the spot if you wanna clear your head) where the sunlight dances like "everything is dust and sorrow" (yep, straight outta The Turin Horse vibe, ya dig?). My fave pit-stop? That tiny hidden cafe off Fair Oaks Ct—super underrated if you're into that artsy mystic vibe.

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