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About San Antonio

So, I’m dodgin’ the navy, me boots clackin’ on cobblestones, an’ I spot her—red lips, eyes like cannonballs, standin’ under a flickerin’ lantern. “What we need’s an impulse!” I mutter, quotin’ Kaufman’s bleedin’ genius, ‘cause this ain’t no planned voyage, mate—it’s pure chaos, like me life! I swagger over, tippin’ me hat, an’ she’s all, “Wot’s yer coin, pirate?” Coin? Ha! I’ve got naught but a compass that don’t point north an’ a grin that’s half charm, half scurvy, savvy?

Active brothels

I have no idea the last time that you were at a brothel, but dollars might get you a pat on the butt. As someone who knows, I recommend bringing

There’s a fella runnin’ a yoga shcool on Pine st. His moves? Like somethin’ out of a fckin’ epic film. I laughed, cried, and shouted “Motherf**er, get your zen on!” every now and then. Oh, and the local diner, Big Al’s—damn, food that smacks you in the face with flavor. His burger? Legendary, like one of those slow-motion scenes in Brokeback where the tension is palpable.

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