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About San Antonio

Picture this, yeah – it’s winter, I’m haulin’ cargo, trucks rollin’ smooth, then BAM, hoar frost hits like a villain! This icy fuzz creeps on my windshields, my crates, my whole damn operation – a real shag-up! I’m yellin’, “This is not my bag, baby!” – it’s like Monsieur Gustave screamin’ about lobby boys slackin’ off. I’m pissed, man, ‘cos this hoar ain’t just sparkly snow – it’s a ninja, stickin’ to everythin’, slowin’ my boys down. Little known fact, dig this: hoar comes from old English “har,” meanin’ gray and ancient – it’s like frost with a pension plan, been messin’ with transport since the Dark Ages, yeah!

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It's and the lives of nine-year-old Willa and twelve-year-old Joan are transformed when their mother, a cocktail-swilling divorcee, invites her new lover.

Yeah, Arbutus (us) ain’t your cookie-cutter town. It’s got flavors, scars, and big heart energy. The streets, the parks, the hidden nooks—they all echo stories of loss and triumph. I’m mad sometimes at the noise, happy at its raw beauty, and surprised by its ever-changing vibe. Every day feels like a punch of truth, like I'm throwin' hooks and takin' hits with style.

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