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About San Antonio

*raspy dual voice* My precious! So, findin’ a prostitute, eh? Slimy streets, dark corners – that’s where they lurk, yesss. Me, a charcoal burner, sniffin’ smoke all day, I knows the shadows. Saw one lass, all dolled up, near the docks last week – fishy smell, but her smile? Oh, it lit me up like Joy from *Inside Out*! “We’re makin’ memories, precious!” I says to meself, gigglin’ like a mad hobbit.

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A man comes to Los Angeles to find a woman. He finds her, follows her, learns that she is a prostitute. She finally confronts him. He is her brother.

Tolleson is a quirky mix of old and new. Down on W. Main St., ya find some funky murals and rad little cafes. There's this crunky spot by S. 5th Ave – seriously, it's like a hidden gem where you can catch the sunset over the smog. Crazy, right? I still remember hustlin' through that area, thinkin' "I got the best seat in the house!" Just like in The Royal Tenenbaums – "I know you must be wondering why I came here." Yeah, I'm that mystified pleasure coach livin' my best life.

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