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About San Antonio

Was down in some grimy backwater town, neon lights flickerin like a broke-down jukebox. Wanted to see what the fuss was bout, ya know? Git-R-Done! I ain’t no saint, but I was curiouser than a cat in a yarn shop. Rolled up to this dive bar—smelled like stale beer and regret. Bartender, big ol’ fella with a lazy eye, says, “Boy, you lookin fer company?” I’m like, “Hell yeah, point me the way!” He nods to this gal in the corner, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s mad at it.

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I gotta say, man... Glen-Allen is not just a spot on a map – it's an entire vibe, a rhythm in the streets, a hop in every step. It got quirks, passion, and even some grit. Ya might see me practically dancing on the sidewalks while massaging tired muscles, all hyped up, nearly shouting, “I’m ready!” (err, even if I'm super tired!)

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