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About San Antonio

Sometimes I’m judgin’, I admit it. “Hmm… why do it?” I mutter. Then I think - survival, desperation, maybe? Softens me up. “Love is a gift,” Malick whispers in my brain. Maybe they ain’t got that gift, y’know? Breaks my heart a lil. I’d plant ‘em a garden, if I could - roses, daisies, escape!

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My first stop is always at Jessica’s Pharmacy. Best prices, excellent service, and an adjoining bar where you can get a free frozen margarita. Arturo is the owner in the pharmacy, handsome as .

Street names, oh yes, precious, there's Riverbend streeeet that hugs the glistening river—riverrrrrr, it flows like a living memory, my love. On the other side, Old Haven Ave. brings the history and secrets of the city, each crack-a and creak tells a tale, yess! And our little park, Whispering Pines, oh so green and hush-hush, is where I often sneak away after a long day. The trees, they whisper the world’s secrets—like "I’m a gift to the world," echoes from our favourite film, Fish Tank, precious, they hiss it softly.

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