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About San Antonio

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

Woodstock 1969 Headliners: Where Are They Now?

I’m a spa owner, right? I tune into people’s energies. I’ve seen moods lifted, hearts soothed. Even when I’m mad, like when a rude customer nearly ruined my day, “Why do we fall?” They remind me to rise again, y’know, like in that movie.

How Woodstock, Illinois became the real-life home of Groundhog Day