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About San Antonio

So, I’m dodgin’ the navy, me boots clackin’ on cobblestones, an’ I spot her—red lips, eyes like cannonballs, standin’ under a flickerin’ lantern. “What we need’s an impulse!” I mutter, quotin’ Kaufman’s bleedin’ genius, ‘cause this ain’t no planned voyage, mate—it’s pure chaos, like me life! I swagger over, tippin’ me hat, an’ she’s all, “Wot’s yer coin, pirate?” Coin? Ha! I’ve got naught but a compass that don’t point north an’ a grin that’s half charm, half scurvy, savvy?

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Now, let’s talk neighborhoods. Head east and you hit the quirky mix of craftsman bungalows and modern clichés. Despite the occasional broken streetlight on Hawthorne Street, folks are creative and genuine. I sometimes get tangled in memories when I pass the old community center – tears, laughter, all mixed up. I even once counseled a woman there, during a freak storm when rain slapped against the windows. Yea, steal my heart, Cocoa.

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