Mia Calexico Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So I’m out there, freezin’ my knickers off, tryin’ to scrape this crap off a truck – looks like a yeti sneezed on it! Reminds me of that line, “You mustn’t give up, my dear!” – Gustave’s grit, baby, keeps me goin’. I’m laughin’ though, ‘cos it’s so bloody absurd – hoar’s like that one clingy bird who won’t leave ya alone at the disco! Ever hear ‘bout the Great Hoar of ’67? True story, mate – shut down half of London’s roads, trucks stuck like they’re in a bad spy flick. I wasn’t there, but I feel it in my mojo – history repeatin’ itself, far out!

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Now, yo, don’t get me started on the Riverside Park near the Colorado River tributary – it's got that flow, like memories in motion, and I get so relaxed. Spent many a night there, just vibin’ under starry skies, lettin’ thoughts wander, repeating to myself, “Everything flows, everything flows.” But occasionally, I get mad 'cause trash gets dumped – argh! Can ya believe that? Makes me spit a bit.

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