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About San Antonio

She walk street, hips go boom-boom. I think, “Very nice, I like!” But then sad – she got no choice maybe? “What is original, what is copy?” I scream in head, like movie line. Life tough, she smile anyway – respect! I see her, red lipstick, short skirt, smell like cheap perfume and dreams. Make me happy, then mad – why world like this?

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Pocahontas into “anti-Pocahontas,” from redeeming Princess into prostitute, “a whore begging to be screwed” (Fiedler, Return ). From a postcolonial.

The streets are tight – like, 3rd and Olive, 5th and Pine, ya know? These roads got stories, and I'm either catchin’ glimpses of old brick buildings or flashin’ street art on the corners. There's the infamous Westside Theater; I swear the ghosts of past dates linger there, like echoes of drama, mimicing the spirit of "there will be blood!" (totally dramatic, amirite?) Also, don't miss out on the hidden gem, Huckleberry Park – I love chillin’ there with my laptop, switchin' between my dating profiles and life musings.

Obituary | Connie J. Habben of Pocahontas, Iowa