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About San Antonio

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m yer Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, George W. Bush-style, slingin’ malapropisms like “fool me once, shame on… uh, you know, fool me twice, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today—yep, that’s right, W-H-O-R-E. Not some fancy-pants word, just straight-up what it is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski, 2002, man, that movie hits ya hard. Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ that piano like his life depends on it, which it damn well did! “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn as a mule. Kinda reminds me of *whore*, ya know? Stickin’ it out, survivin’, no matter what.

UNSW Press

The hooker and the pimp are standing in front of his car, caught in the glare of its headlights. The whore is named Cookie Monster. She's 4-foot, pounds.

Downtown? Man, it's lit – check Oakley Dr and Pine St. These streets pulse with life, clubs and cafes that buzz at all hours. I still remember that wild night on Maple Ave—like, the energy was off the charts, just like in "The Royal Tenenbaums": “I think we lost you on the way!” but like, in a cool, iconic way.

Man killed, Michigan State Police trooper injured in shooting on Detroit’s west side