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About San Antonio

So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. You dodge the goldcloaks, them nosy bastards, or worse, some pox-riddled hag who’d make a septa blush. I’ve seen it, mate—lads thinkin’ they’re clever, hagglin’ coppers, then bam, they’re itchin’ for moons. Me? I’m smarter—well, half the time. “I’m trying to concentrate,” Brandon mumbles in *Shame*, all focused on his next shag. That’s me, squintin’ through the ale haze, pickin’ the peach from the rot.

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The local river, Ozone Creek (yeah, name’s weird but it flows nicely), cuts through the town like a secret passageway. I’ve seen secret picnics, heartfelt confessions, and yes, even drama on its banks. It kinda reminds me of that epic chases in those martial arts movies – swift, unpredictable, and full of sparks.

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