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About San Antonio

So, ye ask what I think? They’re bloody legends, mate—survivors in a shitstorm. Deserve more’n they get, but don’t ye go savin’ ‘em unless they ask, savvy? They’d sooner rob ye blind than take yer pity. Now, where’s me rum—talkin’ ‘bout this got me parched! What say ye, friend?

Etymology and terminology

Brockport is small, but man, it's jam-packed with vibe. Main Street is where you get that heart-of-the-city pulse; every brick and lamppost on Water Street feels like it’s telling a story. Oh, and remember River Lane? Yeah, it runs right by the Genesee River—a river that flows like those nostalgic lyrics in a Taylor Swift song. I’d wander its banks feelin’ all poetic, thinking, “is this life even real?” Real talk, the river has seen my tears and dumb laugh-out-loud moments.

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