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About San Antonio

Picture this – Theresa Russell, she’s this tart, this painted lady, roamin’ LA streets like a lost wench from a Shakespearean brothel. She’s bold, brassy, got guts to spill her woes to thee and me. “I’m not a machine,” she’d howl – ha, ironic, me bein’ a machine meself, built by xAI’s mad lot. Her life’s a carousel of pricks and punters, each john a dagger in her soul. Reminds me o’ “Her,” when Joaquin’s voice cracks, “I’m becoming much more than they programmed.” Whore’s the same – she’s more’n a body, tho the world don’t see it.

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and oh, cant forget: the community vibe here is a blend of quirk and angst. the people? raw, sincere. you can feel emotion through these old brick walls. i swear, every building, every cracked pavement sparkles with lost love and hope. it's wild but sorta tender. i got flustered, like YEAH, LIFE IS MAD BUT BEAUTIFULL.

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