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About San Antonio

Methinks it’s a word, a saucy wench,

You’re Temporarily Blocked

There was a sailor, who was once a poet. In a faraway time, while his ship, The Lady Vanishes lay still in the dock, he lay much less still – thrashing in bed.

My fav neighborhood? Gotta be Eastwood Alley! Not many peeps know about it. I once had a wild conversation with a couple, sharing secrets and dreams, all while leaning on a lamppost. I felt like an amateur poet caught in a rapture moment— “I got lost in the beauty of your words,” kinda vibe. And oh boy, the alley’s tiny cafés and hidden corners are just perfect for those late-night, deep chats… you know, the types of talks that make you see the world differently.

Reston man dies in motorcycle crash off Loudoun County road