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About San Antonio

But this one time, yeah? Some git swapped fish for squid—SQUID! Slimy fucker ruined it, ink everywhere, looked like Nemo’s dad shat himself! Pissed me off, wanted to zap ‘im with my ray-gun. “Just keep swimming,” my arse—swim outta my soup! Still ate it, tho, coz I’m a greedy sod. Surprised me how good it was, even with squid guts.

Leaves of Grass Characters

To a Common Prostitute. 1 B E composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whit- man, liberal and lusty as Nature; Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you; Not till the waters refuse to .

The city flows with surprises, you know? The Whitman River slinks past downtown, twisting like secrets. I remember one night, after a tough session, strollin' by its old bridge—Spencer Bridge. It glowed under the streetlights, a mirror for lost dreams. Made me think, "You merely adopted the dark!" in a way that made my heart thump.

Whitman named Eastern League Pitcher of the Week