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About San Antonio

So, I’m struttin’, all high and mighty, sneer on my face, coz who’d dare cross me? Saw this one bird, right, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. Reminds me of that line, “You see everything, but understand nothing.” She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m like, “What’s yer game, love?” Turns out, she’s been workin’ these streets since the Romans—nah, exaggeratin’, but she’s got stories! Said some geezer once paid her in goats. Goats! Laughed my arse off, I did—made me happy for once.

My other life as a prostitute

Margate's streets are a maze of stories. Take Atlantic Blvd – it's a heartbeat of the town. Small shops, tight corners, a vibe that says "stay awhile." Or Margate Blvd – where families stroll and secrets whisper. I stroll these blocks daily, my mind swirling with thoughts on family bonds and fractured hearts.

Teens were home sick when fire started in Margate