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About San Antonio

Now, hold your horses—I ain’t judging! *Cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say. Some punters reckon it’s all fun, a lark, but I’ve seen mates get proper stung—cash gone, dignity out the window. One lad, right, thought he’d met a “duchess”—turns out she nicked his wallet! Laughed my socks off, but he was fuming, red as a beetroot. Made me think—*The Assassin* again—“The mirror reflects truth.” Truth here? It’s a gamble, innit?

Everything you need along the way

I love how the city’s got a mix of jubilant energy and hidden shadows. It’s like, one minute you’re laughing at a silly joke, then next you're wonderin’ what secrets everyone’s hidin’. Crazy, right? It kinda makes me mad sometimes, but also happy ’cause every corner is a story waitin’ to be unearthed. “Ein unendliches Spiel der Passion,” I think (if I remember that from Haneke’s flick)—I dunno, feels deep.

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