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About San Antonio

I’m hagglin’—badly, mind ye—’cause I’m three sheets to the wind, an’ she’s sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a construct,” she snaps, like I’m some bleedin’ actor in Kaufman’s play, an’ I’m thinkin’, *lass, ye’ve no idea!* That got me riled, aye—don’t ye dare call Cap’n Jack a puppet! But then she winks, an’ I’m happy as a clam, ‘cause she’s got sass, an’ I like ‘em feisty. “Savvy?” I slur, an’ she rolls her eyes—fair ‘nough!

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Hookers has changed hands but they still have the best ribeye steak in Del Rio. Prime black Angus, hand cut and perfectly seasoned.

Parks? Oh yeah, we got a park, well, more like a patch of green at Lakeview Park. It’s small, rough around the edges, but every corner tells a story. Somtimes families and tough girls gather there, their voices a mix of anger and hope. I stroll past it on my way to work, thinkin’ bout how life’s as messy as my desk.

Clarification: Alberto Del Rio WWE return highly unlikely, no official deal in place