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About San Antonio

I spot her, thou see—red lips like a gash’d rose, legs long as a tax form. “What price thy company, wench?” I blurt, all Shakespearean, thinkin’ I’m clever. She laughs—bloody hell, mate, she laughs! “Twenty quid, ya posh twat,” she says, and I’m proper gobsmacked. Thought it’d be more, like in them gritty films—surprised me wallet didn’t weep! “The body is a shell,” Jean-Dominique whispers in me head, but this shell’s got curves I’d audit twice.

Shopping by Area

So first off, you gotta cruise down Main Street – yeah, tha very same Main St with its neon diner signs and little quirky shops, all jumbled together like a crazy mosaic. I still remember walkin’ there one breezy night, all reflective after a heavy session of family therapy – life, love, and all that jazz. The street lamps cast these funky shadows – like, “Shame!” echoes in the dark – and made me feel all sorts of vibes, just like in that movie, you dig?

Heathen Songs, by The Kill Devil Hills