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About San Antonio

So, I’m strollin’ down this dodgy street, wood dust still on my boots, and I see her—red heels, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, this could be fun!” Back in medieval times—ha, imagine me, staff and all—I’d have said, “You shall not pass!” to any creep messin’ with her. But nah, she’s got this smirk, like she knows I’m a sucker for a thrill. Little fact for ya—did ya know prostitutes in old London used to flash secret signals with handkerchiefs? Wild, right? She’s givin’ me that vibe, all mysterious.

Chapters in this book

I was buggin out too when I saw how gentrification mixes with vintage charm. Some parts are mad polished like Sears Row – shiny, new clubs, fancy trendy spots. But then you slip into areas where graffiti screams poetry about the old days, and man, it just blows your mind.

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