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About San Antonio

Hehehe, me, a sailor, huh? Why so serious? Brothels, man, they’re wild ports! Been to one off Singapore—grimy joint. Girls winkin’, air thick with cheap perfume. Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, ya know? “There’s a man… in back of this place!” Dark corners, secrets screamin’. I’m laughin’—manic, HAHA!—cuz it’s chaos! Saw a dame there, eyes like Betty’s. Dreamy, lost, but sharp—cuts ya deep. Paid my bucks, got a story instead. She said sailors smuggle opium in mattresses! True? Who cares—wild, right?

Prostitution in the Philippines – a time for change

A single acre of land in North Escambia may be taking center stage in the future of gambling in Florida, or it may just become a one-stop marijuana shop.

There's a cool park, Oak Grove Park, where I chill daily. I sit under the huge oak tree on Maple Ave near the river. River? Yeah, the Little Atmore River – it laughs at your stress. Ain't that somethin'? I always say, "Whoa."

Charles D. Atmore Obituary November 15, 2024