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About San Antonio

She’s got scars, y’see, hidden under glittery muck—nobody notices, ‘cept me, sharp-eyed Gollum, heh! Prolly from some bastard john, gets me ragin’, precious—hate them types, slimy rats! Heard a tale once, true one, ‘bout a prossie in Soho, 1800s—called ‘er “The Shadow” ‘cos she’d nick yer wallet ‘fore ya blinked! Clever lass, that—wish I’d met ‘er, we’d scheme, yesss. This one I saw, tho, she’s no thief—just tired, y’know? Eyes like “I’m here, but gone,” like that line, “Her body’s a prison.” Gets me thinkin’—too deep, brain hurts!

Early life

On her way back, her chariot collided with that of the princely nobles of Vaishali who were also heading to invite the Buddha to dine with them. They berate her by calling her a 'mango .

I’ve seen unspeakable heartaches and brilliant recoveries here. There’s a little spot called Dandelion Alley, where the flowers fight through cracks in the pavement. It reminds me of how messy life is, but still beautiful. “The law condemns cruelty,” like Leviathan, but the city teaches you to love fiercely.

U.S. Surgeon General Vivek Murthy cuts a mango for 'Bon Appetit' and shares parents' immigration story