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My friend and I used to walk to the Greyhound bus station from my apartment in San Antonio to buy me a pack of cigarettes. I didn’t have a vehicle then, being very young and poor.
There’s no way that two young women could walk in downtown San Antonio at a very late hour NOW.
As we were entering the establishment, two of San Antonio’s finest stopped us. They were very interested in my identification.
They thought I was a hooker.