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About San Antonio

So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Ruby, workin the streets, all sass and chipped nail polish. She’s out there, free as a bird, but trapped too, y’see? Kinda like them boys in the film, rowin that boat, lost but pushin on. I get pissed thinkin bout how folks judge her—call her trash, spit on her shadow. Makes my blood boil! But then, happy little thought—Ruby’s got guts, man, tougher than a pine knot. Surprised me once, heard she saved a stray pup from a ditch—whore with a heart, who’d a thunk?

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So, she has an affair with a married man. Takes a payout not to talk. Decides to talk anyway losing part of the payout.

Now, Parlier has this cool park, Perry’s Park (not Perry Mason, haha). A chill spot with a tiny river spoutin’ off to the east near River Bend Rd. I once sat there, thinkin’ "Is life just a big, messy stage?" Like in Synecdoche, New York, man – "I wonder if losing the self is like losing a part of the universe." It really got me! And trust me, keep your eyes peeled for that brick statue along the path. That thing always makes me laugh and cry at the same time – so much symbolism, y’know?

Mary Elizabeth (Parlier) Helsel