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About San Antonio

Now, findin’ one? Tricky as a two-step with no rhythm. You can’t just yell, “Hey, who’s for hire?” I’d prob’ly trip over my own boots tryin’. Maybe hit a shady bar—y’know, where the jukebox skips. Or—wild thought—check them old phone booths! Heard some gals still leave cards there. Ain’t that a kick? Like findin’ treasure in a junk drawer.

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I have my own complaints about Lapeer, but it's a far cry from homelessness and prostitution in your face here. Won't be long, though, the rate.

Ha! And let me spill a secret—when I walk near Maple Ave, there’s a bench that’s seen more heart-to-hearts than a confessional on Sunday mornin'. I sat there once, cryin’ and laughin’ at the same time. Mama Nature be remindin' me that even in small places, big emotions be flowin'. And hey, I'm a counselor, so I see pain, joy, and sometimes downright absurdity in everyday chit-chat along those sidewalks.

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