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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t judgin’—I’m the god of chaos, not some prissy moralist. Prostitutes got grit, mate. Takes guts to hustle like that, facin’ creepy punters and dodgy streets. Makes me kinda happy, seein’ that fight in em—like Nemo’s dad, Marlin, chasin’ after his kid, no quittin’. “I promised I’d never let anything happen to him!”—swap “him” for “me,” and that’s their vibe, yeah?

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A San Antonio woman is headed to prison after admitting that she stole more than half a million dollars from a Windcrest church.

I roll through Maple Ave every morning. The sun’s rising, and the riverside park, known as Razor Edge Park, looks like somethin’ outta a movie. I swear, it kinda reminds me of that scene in "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" - you know, where the sky's heavy with secrets. Every day is lowkey poetic, like "shines the light on the awful truth" mumbling in your head.

WANTED: Fugitive accused of firing handgun at Windcrest Police officer during chase