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About San Antonio

Still, suprises me, it does—how they strut, all bold-like, even in the filth. Reminds me of Plainview, y’know? “I’ve abandoned my child!”—he’d howl, but these girls, they abandon nothin’, they keep goin’. Tough as nails, mate. Once saw this one lass, swear she winked at me—ME!—like I’m some catch. Made me happy, yesss, for half a tick, ‘til I remembered I’m a wretched thing.

Past Services

Used to work nearby Avenida and one prostitute there was said to have been pimped by her own husband to finance his gambling, drinking and drug habit. So tragic to see someone who sank Missing: Parker.

I love cruising through downtown Parker. The coffee shop on Birch (ever heard of it? No? Then get off your butt and check it out!) brews magic. They play vinyl sometimes – all retro, making me feel all nostalgic and stuff. My head spins. Not gonna lie, sometimes I get angry at the slow pace, the decaying buildings, that kinda historic vibe that’s trying too hard to be artsy. Heck, it’s like, “come on, f**k up your margins already!”

The other John Kostin story (L.A. PARKER COLUMN)