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About San Antonio

But gods, they piss me off too! Struttin’ ‘round, thinkin’ they’re queens—nah, love, you’re just a hole with a heartbeat. One dared wink at Jaime once—my Jaime! Nearly had her eyes gouged out, I swear. “I choose violence,” I hissed, and she bolted faster than Tyrion downin’ ale. Happy days, that—seein’ ‘em squirm. Still, s’pose they’ve got guts, don’t they? Takes stones to sell yerself when the world’s kickin’ ya down. Like that junkie lass in the movie, what’s her name—Marion? “We’re gonna be alright!” she says, all teary. Bollocks, they ain’t, and neither are these whores.

Old Port Royal: It was reputedly a place of loose morals, filled with prostitutes & pirates

The Giddy House is one of the few remaining relics of the Kingston earthquake which shook the capital of the island of Jamaica.

Sometimes, I wander off my usual routes just because I’m bored. And every corner of Port-Royal surprises me. Like, I can’t even—so many quirky cafes that already know your order. Wild. And I shout, “I can see Russia from my house!” as if the city were a crazy spy movie set.

Oyster reseeding will impact Port Royal, Beaufort and Okatie boaters. Here’s the schedule