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About San Antonio

So I’m stumblin’, lookin’ fer a lass, right? Streets all twisty, dark—like that bit in the movie, “the favela’s a maze, man!” I see this gal, winkin’, smokin’—proper fit, yeah? I go, *mimes walking, trips, waves awkwardly* “Hullooo!” She laughs—bloody hell, I’m red as a lobster! Made me happy, that—silly ol’ me, charmin’ ‘em accidental-like. But then—BAM!—some bloke, her pimp prob’ly, storms up, all “Who’s this prat?!” *mimes dodging a punch, flails* Nearly shat meself!

Introductions in Belleville

Warning to folks in W. Irondequoit and the surrounding area: This afternoon a young white man in a red sedan with a sticker on the passenger.

I gotta tell ya: some days, Irondequoit drives me cray-cray. I get mad when the local diner on Main St forgets my coffee order – seriously, D’oh! And then, bam! Outta nowhere, I remember, “Nothing is as it seems” and let it slide. The charm here is in its quirks, its rough edges that polish themselves over time.

Irondequoit Supervisor Evans off ballot after rejected petition