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About San Antonio

I roll up – slow. Window down – heart RACIN’. This chick – she’s there. Leanin’ on a pole. Skirt so short – Jesus! I’m like – “Hey, darlin’!” She turns – BOOM. Eyes like Marion in the movie. Strung out – but ALIVE. “What’s your price?” I say. She smirks – “50 bucks, cowboy.” I laugh – COWBOY? Me? A freakin’ FORESTER!

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I know, I know – it’s a mixed-up cocktail of brilliance and sheer ridiculousness, like spilled ink on a century-old map. And yep, I'm full of typos bc I'm in a hurry: teh city’s real, but it's also a metaphor for every messed-up lovin' adventure I've had here.

Redlands in Six: Denise Davis