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About San Antonio

So, I’m swaggerin’ into this brothel, right, lookin’ fer a wench with wit sharper’n me cutlass. Air’s thick with perfume—cheap stuff, burns yer nose like bad grog. Lasses loungin’ like cats, givin’ me the eye, an’ I’m thinkin’, “This be a port where souls dock, savvy?” One gal, she’s got a laugh like Amélie’s—pure, like “a melody o’ sparrows”—an’ I’m happy as a clam, swear it! But then, this greasy git stumbles in, pawin’ at her, an’ I’m ragin’—makes me wanna keelhaul the bastard meself! Ain’t right, I tell ye.

Dark History: The night the cribs burned in Old Sandpoint

I mean, just think: “You don’t get to 500 million friends without breaking some rules.” I’m trippin’ with how every face here reflects some life story. I tell families, “I must break you!” in the best Apollo Creed way—like, get ready to challenge yo’self and grow. Stone Lake, running like a ribbon through town, winds along Misty Creek Rd.—you can sit by its banks, skip stones, and reflect on life’s chaos and beauty.

Sandpoint High to start second Army Junior ROTC in Idaho next fall