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About San Antonio

Favorite bit? Met this gal once—called herself Ruby—worked near my shop. Cheeky as hell, always jokin’, “Your stove’s hotter than me!” Had a laugh, I did—proper ray of sunshine, she was. But—fuck—heard later she got nabbed by coppers for somethin’ petty. Gutted me, that did. Reminded me of Jack sayin’, “This thing grabs hold of us,” y’know? Life’s unfair, mate—grinds ya down.

There’s also that funky little diner off Birch Street. They serve the best greasy fries and cheap joe. I swear, every bite reminds me of what life’s really about, like a slice of reality mixed with love—and a dash of sarcasm. Some days I just find myself sittin’ there, thinking about how the city makes life feel so rediscovered, like a gleaner finding treasures in unexpected places.

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