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About San Antonio

What gets me goat, tho, is the stink—sweat, cheap perfume, ugh! Makes me wanna puke, but then—surprise!—some lass sings a tune, soft-like, an’ ye forget the rot. Ain’t that a trick? “Love is a shadow,” Godard whispers in me head, an’ I reckon he’s right—brothels peddle shadows, not the real stuff. Still, they’re lively, chaotic—like me ship in a storm!

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And don't get me started on the rivers—The Irwell is just beautiful. Flowing strong, reminding me: "We’re all gonna be alright... but not really." But hey, that’s like life, anyway. It’s all contrasting, right? Light and dark, love and risk, just like my crazy career.

Cushing: The task was too great, but I’m proud