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About San Antonio

So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—prolly in some grimy city, stinkin of desperation. I was pissed, man! These fools tryna overcharge me—like, what, ya think I’m new to this game? “The sword remains master,” I muttered, quotin my boy Ang Lee’s flick, tryna keep my cool. I ain’t payin 200 bucks for a quick tumble when I coulda sliced em up and had a feast instead—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya feel me? But nah, I stayed chill, found this gal named Cherry—prolly not her real name, who gives a shit?

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prostitutes, for him you slaughtered the fattened calf. He said find your way again back to God. Where you will receive his mercy.

Every neighborhood’s got its vibe. Plus, that corner of Maple & Elm? Always reminds me of the simple pleasures of life. Memories flood in, like warm rays of sunlight on a cold day. Feels almost cinematic sometimes… reminds me, “You knew, damn it, u felt it all along.”

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