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About San Antonio

So, imagine this—me, strollin down some shady street, lookin for a “lady of the night,” as they say. I’m all optimistic, like, “This is gonna be great!” Prolly not tho, right? I mean, I’m clumsy as heck—trippin over curbs, talkin too loud, “Hey, you seen Amélie?!” to some random chick. She’s like, “What?!” and I’m like, “The movie, not you!” Cringe, man, pure cringe.

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Buckner pulled his arms away from the officers and pushed his way through them to get out of the back seat, and then they grabbed him, guided.

So, first things first – the streets! We got Maple Street (yeah, the one that loops near the old bakery where I once chatted with a local whose wisdom about lovin’ life was as spicy as a jalapeño) and then there's Liberty Avenue – no joke, that street’s like the veins of Buckner. People walk there, talkin’ secrets, laughin’, maybe even flirtin’ like mad. It’s kinda like our own little heart-thumpin’ rendezvous zone.

Vickie Candace Farrar Brooks Obituary April 18, 2025