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About San Antonio

Alright, so I’m the prison warden, right? Judge Judy style—sharp, no BS. Prostitutes? Man, they’re a trip! Seen ‘em come through here, heels clickin’, attitudes stinkin’. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—those gals got stories deeper than Monty’s dope stash in *25th Hour*. Like, one chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan—rolled in last week. Busted for solicitin’ near the old deli. Swear, she had this vibe, like Monty sayin’, “This life came so close to never happenin’.” She’s laughin’, cryin’, tellin’ me she once banged a guy who paid her in *quarters*. Quarters! Who does that? Freakin’ weirdo johns, man.

Fresno Police Department

Now lemme tell ya, each block got its vibe. Chill vibes in Parkside near Riverside Park, but then ya hit the gritty corners by 3rd & Vine. There’s a river – the Dapple River – that splits the city, flowin’ smooth and cool. I once got a massage appointment by the riverbank. The sound of water was like Timbuktu’s serene melody. I felt like, "Eh, got my own little paradise!"

Rose Stapleton Obituary February 3, 2025