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About San Antonio

So, this broad, she hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m like, “You ever feel lost, doll?” She laughs, “Every damn day, mister.” Boom, straight outta the movie, “Can you keep a secret?” I ask. She nods, I’m thinkin’, “I’m married, but who gives a fuck?” That’s me, Tony fuckin’ Soprano, breakin’ rules, feelin’ alive. But then – fuckin’ surprise – she’s got a sob story. Kid at home, ex screwed her over. I’m pissed now, “Why’s life gotta be so shitty?” I yell. She shrugs, “It just is.”

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Ah, my dear chum, let me spin ya a tale of Mandeville (us)—a bloomin’ gem on the north shore of Lake Pontchartrain, indeed! Picture this: quirky lanes, lively nooks, and dear old streets like Old Hammond Rd and Bayou Rd, where the spirit’s as free as, err… “serpens imperium” (yep, that’s Latin for “snake power,” sorta!).

Mandeville sees slushy road conditions with refreeze danger