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About San Antonio

Ever think ‘bout their day? Hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, fakin’ smiles—tough gig. Reminds me, “We’re all copies of something,” from the flick. They’re copyin’ romance, sellin’ it quick. Kinda sad, kinda badass. Once heard this story—prostitute in Paris, 1800s, saved a kid from a fire! Nobody talks that, tho—forgotten hero shit. Blows my mind! Eh, they’re tricky, doc—like me outsmartin’ Elmer. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s messy. What’s yer take, huh?

The Operation

I often stroll through McCarren Park, thinkin’ about life, my spa and my dreams. I love that place – picnics, joggers, all human jigglin’. People there are like everyday characters in an epic screenplay, each with their little secrets. And oh – the street art on Troutman Street, man, they remind me of the pastel colors of that crazy hotel, all whimsical and offbeat.

Through the Seasons