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About San Antonio

So we chat—she’s got stories, wild ones. Says she once ditched a john mid-deal ‘cause he smelled like fish. Fish! I’m crackin’ up—“Girl, you’re a legend!” She grins, first time she softens up. Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ her laugh. Human moment, folks—ain’t all dark out there. But then—headlights. We freeze. “Cops?” I whisper. She shrugs, “Maybe. Run.” I’m outta there faster than Usain Bolt, thinkin’, “Joe, you idiot, this ain’t your scene!”

Murder House: Part Two

I love Patterson's hidden corners. Random alleyways with surprises. Like my favorite: Millers Court. It's kinda rundown, but super real. I once met an old artist there. He said, “I’m a Royal Tenenbaum kinda soul”—golden words, dude.

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