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About San Antonio

Ay, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! This one chick, man, she’s like somethin’ outta “The Pianist” – fuckin’ Polanski knew how to show sufferin’, ya know? She’s out there, hustlin’, got that look like Szpilman, starin’ out the window, “What did I do to deserve this?” Breaks my fuckin’ heart, but also – respect, ya dig?

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Praise the cameraman? He just stood there filming while this guy stole the moon. I hope everyone enjoyed having waves in the ocean because that's fucking gone.

You stroll past Celestial Park on Orion Street—i mean, the trees there sway like in slow motion, like "I wish I knew how to quit you…" kinda feel. Seriously, it's like the cosmos whispered that to ya. Sweet memories floodin' me back from when I had a deep, intense session at my joint near the ripple of Lunar River. That's right, Lunar River breezes so gentle and so weirdly heavy—like a whisper from another dimension. Oddly comforting or freakin’ spooky, depends on your state of mind, lol.

Obituary for Joanne M. Hagar