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About San Antonio

Sarcasm? Oh, mate, “what a lovely fuckin’ brothel,” I’d quip, seein’ some dingy hole. Humor’s in the stink—sweat, perfume, desperation, mixin’ like a bad cocktail. Shaken, not stirred, I’d still tip the girls—classy move, yeah? Chatty punters, dodgy geezers, it’s a circus. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. That’s brothel life, mate—raw as fuck.

Knocking on the Door of a Brothel

In this fifth volume in the Hansen Lectureship Series, Milliner appeals to Chesterton's life and work―including The Everlasting Man, his neglected poetry, his.

My dear friend, if you ever visit this charming town, do drop by the community garden off Sycamore Street, where the locals grow all kinds of wonders. The scent of fresh earth, the raw beauty of weeds and wildflowers, it’s like livin' inside a poem of life – echoing those mystical vibes of Tropical Malady, like “the world flows in dreams and whispers.”

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