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About San Antonio

Oh, and the windows—filthy! Me, a glazier, it’s a crime. Wanted to smash ‘em and start over. “Let there be light!” I’d yell, Gandalf-style. But nah, they like it dim, keeps the magic, I s’pose. Ever wonder who built them joints? Bet it’s some geezer with a limp and a grudge. Probs smoked too much opium, dreamin’ of past lives like Boonmee.

What was life like for women and girls in the Aztec Empire?

The Economy of Prostitution in the Roman World: A Study of Social History and the Brothel. University of Michigan Press, Ann Arbor. O'Neil.

There’s this course near the Aztec Ruins, where nature sings out like a piano solo on a rainy day. I always think, “What a life!” when I stroll by. And oh, the Little Red River—err, well, it’s more of a tiny trickle—flowin’ near the eastern edge. Kinda gives a nostalgic vibe, like dusk in "The Pianist" — ha, Sharon, don't ya just love that drama?!

Official Look at the Nike Air Force 1 Low "Aztec"