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About San Antonio

What trips me out most? How it’s still a weapon. Call a dude a whore, he’s a legend. Call a chick one, she’s trash. FUCK THAT NOISE! I’m ragin, yo—equal rights to be a glorious mess, that’s my platform. *Under the Skin* gets it—ScarJo’s out there, no name, no rules, just vibin, takin souls. "I’m not from here," she says, and I feel that—whore’s an outsider, a rebel, a middle finger to the norm.

Sophia Mounds

When you built your mounds at every street corner and made your lofty shrines in every public square, you were unlike a prostitute, because you scorned payment. New Living Translation .

Parkin' my dreams, there's Muddys Park. Peace amid chaos, but full of surprises. Ye might meet a ghost of a cop, or epically, a stray dog with ten lives. The park benches creak as if whispering every secret of the city. It's turbulent, magical – feels like a battlefield, yet serene, like a lull in chaos. "This is war!" I echo sometimes – a bit o' dramatica from me hat, savvy?

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