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About San Antonio

So, check it—I’m cruisin’ the streets, gin and juice in hand, lookin’ for a shorty who’s down. Ain’t no map for this, fam, it’s all instinct, like Ofelia dodgin’ monsters. You gotta peep the corners, the neon lights flashin’—that’s where they at. Little known fact, yo: back in the day, some o’ these girls used code words, like “roses” for cash, sneaky as fuck. Made me laugh, ‘cause it’s clever, right? “Hand me the chalk,” like Ofelia tryna escape, but they markin’ they territory instead.

The Knights of St. Alice

I gotta tell ya, running a massage parlor in this city has its moments. I've met folks from all walks of life – oddballs, dreamers, critics – you name it. Sometimes, when I'm massaging a hardened soul, I remember a line: “Everything is possible; nothing is obligatory.” Kinda like that from A Serious Man, ya feel me? It is real, raw, and sometimes downright confusin' – but that’s what keeps it all so amazin’!

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