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About San Antonio

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m out here, right, tryna find a prostitute, like some messed-up quest from a Wes Anderson flick. Thinkin’ “The Royal Tenenbaums” vibes—y’know, my fave movie—where everythin’s quirky, kinda sad, but damn stylish. Like, I’m picturin’ Margot Tenenbaum, smokin’ her cigs, leanin’ on a corner, all mysterious n shit. “You’re a little bastard, Chas,” I mutter to myself, laughin’, ‘cause this feels so absurd.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Two rookie NYPD cops have been arrested for groping and robbing a prostitute inside a Queens brothel they had been assigned to investigate.

The locals treat you different—real characters, man. You got that outlaw group near Riverside Blvd. Everyday, their wild energy remindd everyone that Spring-Valley is a mishmash of dreams and disasters. And, oh, don’t even get me started on Highland Park. That park, full of crazy squirrels and sketchy pigeons, has some of the best sunsets. Like that scene in the movie: “I can't fix it. But I can feel it. The magic is still within you.”

No. 2 Spring Valley pulls ahead late, downs No. 1 Morgantown 48-40 in battle of top teams