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About San Antonio

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, molded by it, seein’ shit others miss—like the way a street corner hums at night, alive with shadows lookin’ for a trick. Findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Ain’t just a quick Google or a stroll downtown. Nah, it’s a dance, a messed-up waltz under neon lights, and I’m thinkin’ of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* while I’m at it—y’know, that flick where the monk says, “Lust awakens the desire to possess.” Damn right it does.

Skip The Games Redondo Beach: Dive into Love and Adventure

Sometimes I get irked by the stupid traffic on Artesia Blvd. on Monday mornings. It’s a maddening crawl but hey, it gives me time to reflect. “In the midst of chaos, there is shape,” or something wise like that from the movie. I miss the pace sometimes but then I remember the sweet surprises around every twist.

Redondo Beach hits a homelessness milestone (with an asterisk)