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About San Antonio

We swears! This whore thing—wild, innit? Watched “Shame” again last night, fuckin’ masterpiece, Steve McQueen knows it. Brandon’s a mess, sex addict, all that, reminds me of whore—lost, y’know? “You’re a weight on me,” Sissy says in the flick, and whores got that vibe—draggin’ folks down. Not judgin’, just sayin’. We swears! Seen it meself, mate, this one whore—Jenny, yeah?—worked the corner near the old pub. Eyes like storms, hair a rat’s nest, proper tragic beauty. Swear she’d nick your wallet while smilin’. Little known fact—heard she once conned a vicar outta his sermon cash! Mad, right?

Normandy Then and Now

After two years of hour-a-day dredging, South Island, as it had been dubbed, was renamed Normandy Isle. And in honor of Levy’s heritage, streets got a dash of savoir faire, with names Missing: whore.

Then, oh my gosh, there's Normandy Park – a real gem. It's my secret spot for thinkin’, refreshin’, and sometimes even catchin’ a late-night gig. I love layin' on the grass, starin' at the sky, sayin’-- “This is an act of God!” I mean, come on, every blade of grass tells a story. Srsly, no exaggeration.

VE Day veteran recalls bumping into his father during Normandy invasion