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About San Antonio

Findin’ a prostitute? It’s sketchy, hun. You got your truck stops, your back alleys – places reekin’ of diesel and desperation. Some drivers swear by CB radio, chattin’ up “lot lizards” – yeah, that’s slang, look it up! I’m screamin’ inside, “No capes! Keep it clean, idiots!” – but they don’t care. Me? I’m too fab for that mess. Once heard a guy got robbed blind – wallet, watch, even his freakin’ hubcaps! Laughed my ass off, like, “You deserve that, moron!”

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

I remember chillin' on Crescent Lane, near the abandoned mill. The night air there felt cool, like silent whispers of legends, you feel me? Where every stone in McRae (us) tells a story. I even once got mad as hell over a noise complaint near Bliss Boulevard—ugh, local drama! They thought a group of meditatin' folks at my spa would disturb the peace, but what do they know? You merely adopted the dark.

Steven McRae Talks About His Documentary, Resilient Man