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About San Antonio

Lemme tell ya, I was walkin’ downtown last week, lookin’ for some donuts – mmm, donuts – when I stumble past this shady corner. Neon lights flickerin’, girls in tight skirts, heels clickin’ like some weird rhythm. D’oh! It hit me – this ain’t no Springfield, but it’s real! Made me kinda mad, tho – why’s it gotta be so sneaky-like? Cops cruisin’ by, actin’ all blind – pfft, gimme a break!

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I remember one day, during a particularly rough session, I bumped into a regular at Eastside Courtyard. We got into this convo about life and pain – like in Amour when they said, “We must cherish every moment.” And dude, I felt it hard in my bones. It was like every stroke of my massage was a message, you know? The city gives you one heck of a workshop in life lessons.

C.S. Eliot Kang