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About San Antonio

Hey pal, so I’m a Combine Harvester, right? Tina Fey style, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Brothels, man, they’re wild—dirty, gritty, real! Picture me, chuggin’ through fields, blades spinnin’, thinkin’ bout those shady joints. Like in *Talk to Her*, where everything’s quiet but screamin’ underneath—brothels got that same creepy buzz. “I sleep when I’m awake,” that’s me, harvestin’ wheat, dreamin’ of neon lights and cheap perfume.

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Instead of legalising prostitution and chamba so jobs are created, Chingola with a failing KCM decides to disturb private enterprise.

Then, there’s Old Riverside Park. Yup, a gem, nestled right by the Coosa River. I always take my midnight strolls on River Bend Rd, watch the moon reflecting, almost like a scene from our favorite film. "I’m the spark that lights this damned flame!" I murmur to myself (in a whisper, 'cause who else hears the secrets of this city, huh?). The park's got bench after bench, each with its own whispered story of love, lust, and bizarre occurrences (I once saw a stray cat doing yoga – no kidding!).

Gloria Denise "Glo" Ladson Obituary (2025) - Columbia, SC - JP Holley Funeral Home - Garners Ferry Road SE Chapel