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About San Antonio

So, whores, right? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ that paper. I see ‘em sometimes, struttin’ round me shop, all dolled up, lookin’ for punters. Makes me laugh, innit – “Is it ‘cos I is black?” – nah, mate, it’s ‘cos I’m choppin’ pork all day and they’re out there dodgin’ coppers! Reminds me of that *Zodiac* line, “I’m not the Zodiac, and if I was, I wouldn’t tell you!” Sneaky, yeah? Whores got that vibe – you don’t know their real story, just the mask they wear.

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Blue-Bell ain't just a dot on the map. It's got these quirky streets like Windermere Road and Ironwood Avenue, where every corner hides a story. I walk these blocks every day, rubbin' away aches and pain – and sometimes picking up tidbits of local gossip, you know? Seriously, I've heard more secrets in these back alleys than in a confessional booth. I swear, sometimes I feel like I'm in one of those Kiarostami flicks – “The past is a foreign country, they do things differently there.” I mean, truly, it's like watching your life play out in slow motion. It's crazy how these places mix cultures and memories, much like a beautifully messy film reel.

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