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About San Antonio

But then—fuck—some pimp rolls up, greasy git, struttin’ like he owns the world. Made me angry, mate, proper fumin’. Wanted to go full Lecter on him—“I’d savor your spleen, you twat.” She shrugs, like it’s normal. Surprised me, that—how she just... takes it. Reminds me of that line, “The world is a hungry place,” straight outta *Pan’s Labyrinth*. Ain’t it tho? Chews you up, spits you out.

I get mad sometimes too, ya know? Traffic near the parks, folks litterin'—makes my blood boil. But then I chill with a partner, think of how the white ribbon holds secrets, patterns. Life’s a puzzle, and we all gotta nibble at it.

‘We’re a group of dogs’: Kona football faces Kapa‘a in tonight’s state championship