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About San Antonio

So, I’m cruisin, eyes peeled—bam! This chick’s standin there, all legs and sass, smokin a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin, “This is it, Johnny boy, entropy’s kickin in—chaos is my buddy tonight!” She’s got that look—y’know, the one that says, “I’m trouble, but you’ll pay for it.” I swagger up, grin splittin my face, “Here’s Johnny!”—she don’t flinch, just smirks. Cool as hell, man, I’m lovin it. Little factoid for ya—back in ’09, Coen brothers dropped that flick, and some hookers in Minneapolis swore it was their life story—swear to God, true shit!

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Tropical Weathering of Corporal Triggs. Things unglue in a tropical depression it seems they disconnect. A wet dog from the '50s might show up.

Man, I get p**sed sometimes! How can a place be so soulful, yet ignore my texts? But then, son, like in the movie, "You never know... In some dark part of the world, a pretty girl." That's my vibe—the random, the raw, the undeniable truth of Wickliffe.

Rugby great Woodman-Wickliffe comes out of retirement for the Women's World Cup