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About San Antonio

But real talk, she was gentle too. Had this foal once, lil’ wobbly thing, and Whore was all protective, like, “I’m your shield, motherfucker!” Straight outta *Children of Men*—that “hope in the dark” shit. Made me happy as hell, seein’ her care like that. But then—fuck!—foal got sick, colic, twisted gut. Lost it overnight. Whore just stood there, starin’, broke my damn heart. “Where’s the miracle now, huh?” I yelled, kickin’ dirt like a madman. Hated that helplessness, still do.

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Get out of my house,You Whore, I don't want to see your face Again do you understand?!! GIRL: (Crying) Before I go Dad, I came to give you $

Oh, and the local legend? Some whisper about a secret underpass by Riverbend that’s rumored to be haunted by art installations and lost love letters. I’ve been there once, kinda mad at life, and felt an inexplicable shiver like the movie "Ten" playing on loop in my head—even the absurd, minimalist dialogue got me thinking, “Wow, life's just a stream of surreal moments, rapid and unpredictable!”

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