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About San Antonio

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

Village Hall

Vernon Brewer is a Vietnam Veteran with quite a story to tell. This multiple Purple Heart Combat Vet has penned the most Honest book on.

Okay, so lemme tell ya bout Brockport (us) like we're chattin' over coffee, ya know? Yo, this city is like a melody you can't forget—sweet, bittersweet, and kinda like that line in "Synecdoche, New York," where life feels both huge and tiny all at once – "the world is a stage and we're merely players," sorta.

Save the Date: Scholars Day is April 9