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About San Antonio

So, you’re lookin’? Check X, dark web, whatever. Stay sharp—cops sting like bees, and fakes’ll rob ya blind. Kinda like Larry’s brother, Arthur, moochin’ off him—useless! “I’m not a bad person,” he’d whine. Yeah, right, pal! Me, I’d sniff ‘em out quick—raised eyebrow, “Know your role, poser!” Pro tip: cash only, no traces, keep it lowkey.

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Google some pictures of AIDS patients that are in an advanced stage of the disease. That should cure your desire for a prostitute quickly.

Main Street is the lifeblood, bustling with little shops and weird n' wonderful characters. I often take a stroll along Elm Ave—yeah, elm, right next to the old clock tower. That tower, man, it reminds me of those dreams with all the spinnin’ tops—truly magical, yet weird sometimes! Now, don’t get me started on the grease and glory of Riverside Park. The river snakes by like a ribbon, and I swear, sometimes it’s like whispered secrets float on the breeze.

Hunting at Coldwater River National Wildlife Refuge