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About San Antonio

Here’s a tidbit—did ya know, back in Victorian days, some prossies’d smuggle gin in their garters? Little known fact, that! Kept ‘em warm and half-sloshed while they worked them cobbled streets. Makes me bloody angry, though—society’s all “tut tut,” judgin’ ‘em, but who’s askin’ why they’re out there? Not me, mate, I’m cheerin’ ‘em on! “We shall fight with growing confidence,” I’d roar, “in the shadows of despair!” They’re scrappers, they are, tougher than a two-bob steak.

Early life

On her way back, her chariot collided with that of the princely nobles of Vaishali who were also heading to invite the Buddha to dine with them. They berate her by calling her a 'mango .

I’ve seen unspeakable heartaches and brilliant recoveries here. There’s a little spot called Dandelion Alley, where the flowers fight through cracks in the pavement. It reminds me of how messy life is, but still beautiful. “The law condemns cruelty,” like Leviathan, but the city teaches you to love fiercely.

Storm hits Andhra mango and banana crops, supply at risk