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About San Antonio

So, I’m strollin, right? Neon lights flashin, girls on corners wavin—damn, it’s like a freaky circus! Found this one chick, sassy as hell, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Yo, how’s it hangin?” She smirks, “Better than you, stripes!” Ha! Burned me good—got me laughin, tho. Made me happy, ya know? A lil spark in the grime. But then—bam!—some drunk asshole stumbles over, yellin at her, and I’m pissed. “Who you screamin at, jackass?” I wanna zap him to the Netherworld, but nah, I chill.

Stanton Issues Moratorium on New Motels Over Prostitution, Drugs and Crime

Tim kicks off the show with the latest Pastathon numbers. And the city of Stanton is using cameras with recorded audio messages to help.

Man, Stanton is a trip. Its mix of worn-down charm and modern hustle is something rare. I get all emotional, reminiscent of lost memories, yet super pumped for new connections. Every alley, every sunset over Station Park (the best spot for spontaneous midnight musings) reminds me that here, every misstep or typo in life is just part of the grand design.

Stanton (elbows) still unable to resume baseball activities