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About San Antonio

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

The Man Going into the Brothel

And oh, lemme share a personal secret: I’ve got a quirky habit of collectin’ little charms from places I love. Found a smooth river stone by the river’s edge on Rochester, a step away from a hidden café on Chesterton Blvd – oops, did I say Rochester? I meant down by the edge of the Chesterton River. Eh, same difference, right? Life’s too funny sometimes!

Chesterton coach Marc Urban tabbed to coach 2025 boys Indiana All-Stars in June