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About San Antonio

Now, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You roll up, spot ‘em—heels high, skirts short, eyes sharp. They clock you ‘fore you clock them, real talk. But what pisses me off? These shady pimps, man. Lurkin’ in the shadows, takin’ cuts, treatin’ ‘em like property. Makes my blood boil, fo’ shizzle. Ain’t nobody deserve that. Reminds me of them priests in *Spotlight*—power trippin’, fuckin’ up lives. “This is bigger than us,” they said in the movie, and damn, it fits here too.

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Neighborhood-wise, the East End's got a quirky charm – rundown warehouses turned art hubs, graffiti splattered on brick walls, indie coffee joints brewing magic. I built my dating site office there, and let me tell ya, the vibe inspires creativity like no other. Sometimes I get mad at the city traffic on Pigeon Ln or when the construction on Burnside almost ruins my chill, but I love every bit of its imperfections.

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