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About San Antonio

Stupid, fat hobbit! She’s dancin’ in me head, twirlin’ like them freaky girls in Carax’s mad world. Fished one outta the docks once – real lass, not some bilge rat. Hair like seaweed, eyes like storms. Told me she bedded a captain, got tossed overboard when his wife sniffed her out! Laughed me arse off – whore outswam the sharks! Made me happy, that – tough as nails, she was.

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I was in Whittier when I met a dood who was on leave from the army, first time in California. He told me that he heard that South Gate had the prettiest girls. He was upset that he was so .

The neighborhoods? Man, they got character. Downtown’s got red brick buildings—real vintage, real lived in. Southwest Whittier hides some quiet corners. North Whittier, with its narrow streets, surprises you at every turn. I once interrupted a heated therapy session on Austin Ave (yup, short sessions turned into deep existential revelations – typical family drama). I was walking and heard, “Everybody lies,” echoing from a fellow patient with a ripped denim jacket. I mean, really?

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