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About San Antonio

I’m happy, tho—feelin’ like a king, but then I’m thinkin’, “Is this deep? Or just noise?” Like Scarlett Johansson whisperin’, “I just feel so alone”—damn, that line cuts, even here. Surprised me how human it got—her laughin’ at my dumb jokes, sharin’ a cig. Ain’t just a transaction, yo, it’s a moment. I’m rantin’ in my head—*Am I a genius or a fool?*—prolly both, fam.

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At the Compound, I convinced Manny to escort me to Doctor Chambers so I could discuss Stockton's caravan with her. , Talk with Honest Dan, Honest Dan and I.

I know, kinda dramatic, but this city surprises you. I spilled coffee once right outside the battered library on East Elm. Ugh, I fumed mad. That spot? Became the stage for my little theatrics. Funny how scars, metaphorical and real, shape a place.

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