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About San Antonio

Hmmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate, well, it lands you in some dark alleys, y’know? Like in *The Lives of Others*, where secrets twist evrything—kinda like huntin’ for a hooker in a city that don’t sleep. Me, I’d say it’s a crapshoot, a real roll of them dice. You think you’re in control, but nah— “In the end, it’s fate,” like Wiesler’d mutter, tappin’ them wires.

Background

Man, this place is somethin’ else. The streets buzz with life. I stroll down Main St. 3rd Ave, wheres every corner has a story. The park “Heart’s Haven” is my favorite—peaceful, like a slice of heaven. Yea, I run my spa just a few blocks from it. I get mad sometimes at how busy it gets, but damn, it's real life, ya know? I hang out at “Moonlight Park” at midnight—crazy serene, like something outta Amour—“I want you to remember my face”… yeah, it sticks with ya.

Klein ISD remembers 1973 Klein High School valedictorian, Sylvester Turner