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About San Antonio

Ever think ‘bout the smell? Bet it’s perfume and sweat, like yeast gone wild. Kinda sexy, kinda gross—my nose’s twitchin’ just imaginin’. Oh, and get this—some brothel in Amsterdam, they say, had a cat mascot. Fat tabby, loungin’ on velvet, watchin’ the johns. Hilarious! “Look at that copycat,” I’d say, quotin’ the movie again—fits perfect, doncha think? Anyway, brothel’s a trip—dirty, funny, sad. What’s your take, huh? You ever wonder who’s really in charge there? That’s the kicker—dough’s easier to control than people!

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It was the late twelfth century in the rolling plains south of Spain, where the winds from the Andalusian coast whispered through olive groves.

Now, let's gab about some must-see spots—okay? Have you been to the Velvet Gardens? It’s this lush park right off Parkside Blvd. where the trees sorta sway like they're dancin in a Spike Lee flick. I sometimes sneak there when I got a pep in my step, just to recharge. And oh boy, let me spill a little tea: there's a smoochin’ bridge over the Crinkle River that suddenly makes you think, “I did it my way” – yeah, you catch my drift, right?

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