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About San Antonio

What gets me goin’—the smells! Stale ale, cheap perfume, unwashed arse—makes ya gag, but it’s alive, raw. Varda’d say, “Beauty’s in the scraps.” She’s right—there’s somethin’ real in that mess. Once saw a bloke propose in a brothel—drunk as a skunk, down on one knee, girl laughed so hard she cried. Happy tears? Sad ones? Buggered if I know—made me grin tho.

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Sequim's small, but it packs a punch. Main Street, like Main St. near Olympic Blvd, is where the magic happens. I stroll there, see Dungeness Rd., and think, "Whoa, this livin’ is like Chihiro’s journey!" Downtown’s got cafes and quirky bars where locals unwind. Once, while chatting about relationships, I spilled coffee on my notebook—lol, classic me!

Updated: Electricity goes out across Sequim, West End