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About San Antonio

But serious, it’s rough out there. Anger’d be screamin’, “This stinks!” in my head. Johns treatin’ ‘em like trash—makes my green skin crawl. Still, they got guts. Like Disgust goin’, “That’s a no from me,” but they push through anyway.

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They’d spotted the prostitute in the front passenger seat, and while we may not have understood their shouts in the local dialect, one thing was clear: They weren’t happy.

Walkin’ by market street, I see all dem little shops which give it character. I get so happy when I see old timers swappin’ stories ‘bout the past over a cold brew. And ugh, sometimes I get mad at the noisy traffic on 2nd Ave. – can’t even relax at my spa! People buzzin’ like bumper cars, but I just gotta smile – “Look, EVE!” I say, amazed at how every corner punches ya in the heart with its quirk.

Ship collides with tugboat in Luling, Louisiana