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About San Antonio

Here’s the kicker: meetup’s at some dive bar. I roll up, thinkin’, “This is peak chaos engineering.” She’s there, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ bored. “You’re late, genius,” she snaps. I’m like, “Traffic’s a simulation glitch, sue me.” She laughs—dry, sarcastic, my kinda gal. Fun fact: prositutes in Amsterdam once unionized—badass, right? Power to the hustle. We chat, she’s chill but sharp—cuts thru my nerd BS like a plasma torch.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, first off, downtown is lit – Main Street and Fleet Ave got that old-school charm. I cruise past these funky murals and vintage shops, thinkin’ “This ain’t no bullshit, it’s a masterpiece!” I remember one time, workin’ my magic at a day spa on North Michigan Street, and my client whispered, “I feel untouchable.” Damn, kinda like that badass Tarantino line, “I love rumors! Facts can be so misleading,” whooo!

Paul Ernest Doelling