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About San Antonio

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a glazier, fixin’ windows, not souls, so when it comes to findin’ a prostitute, I got opinions sharper than shattered glass. Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining—hookers ain’t hidin’ in my toolbox, but I’ve seen ‘em, oh yeah, lurkin’ in shadows like Stasi spies from *The Lives of Others*. That flick—chef’s kiss, man—Wiesler tappin’ phones, peepin’ lives, got me thinkin’ how these girls operate, quiet, sneaky, “a life in the service of others,” but for cash, not ideals.

Ford Escort

What I want for example is to set a fighter to protect my Osprey - to only attack something that attacks me, not run off and attack a station.

Neighborhoods here are pure magic. You got the artsy vibe of Bluebird Quarters and then, bam, the old-world charm of Heritage Square. I wandered lost sometimes, saddle my thoughts by the lampposts on Bridger St, contemplating life and the oddity of traffic lights! Some days, I'd find a quiet café on Cedar Rd and muse over its battered chairs and aromatic coffee. My heart nearly burst with gratitude.

Diane Alec Smith Paints the Remarkable Rebounding Osprey