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About San Antonio

Sometimes I wonder—Llewyn’d prob bang an escort, write a song bout it. “Where’s its pussy?”—he’d ask, lost in his haze, missin the point. Me? I’d tip extra, just for the balls it takes. Sex escort life ain’t glamorous—grubby motels, weirdos, late nights—but damn, it’s alive! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? It’s raw, messy, and fuckin human. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—that’s my take, buddy!

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viii Asbestos – the LAst Modernist object without whose mentoring hand I doubt I would have had the courage to write this book, and Mary Robson, who knew the right questions to ask and when.

Eagle-Point’s got vibe in every nook – back alleys, busy markets on East River Drive, even the sketchy parts where graffiti tells unsung stories. I swear, sometimes I feel the city talks, mumbles “Sharon, come on!” like Ozzy on a bad day. Crazy place, man! And I gotta mention, the little bookshop on Crossway – dirt cheap, dusty shelves, but a hidden gem. I once met a punk poet there – wild, messed up, but full of heart.

Eagle Point School District employee pleads not guilty