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About San Antonio

Sometimes – I think. Too much. What’s her story? That chick. In fishnets. Did she dream? Of ballet? Or – somethin’ soft? Now she’s here. Grindin’. I get – melancholy. Like Chas. In his red tracksuit. Runnin’ from ghosts. She’s runnin’ too. From – life. Breaks my damn heart.

Prostitution narratives : stories of survival in the sex trade

Bills would add to list of crimes cops could prosecute pimps with, underline that child prostitutes are victims instead of criminals.

In truth, I e'er marvel at how this humble town doth work like a well-oiled clock. Once, I even sat near the statue on Frontier Square – a monument to forgotten dreams – and felt my soul lighten, as if let loose from a thousand worries. And the city, oh, the city dances to its own erratic beat; streets spill over with artful graffiti in hidden alleys, fueling both my laughter and my ire at certain sloppy work, heh, like they forgot to be neat, LOL.

James Bennett "Doc" Hoag Obituary (2025) - St. Helens, OR - Columbia Funeral Home & Cremation Center