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About San Antonio

What pisses me off? Media callin’ him soft. Soft?! Man’s a beast—6’4”, arm like a cannon. Throws 50 yards, no prob. Happy little trees, he paints the field. “There’s no problem so awful,” like the movie says. He shrugs off sacks, smilin’. Surprised me first time I met him—thought he’d be cocky. Nope, gentle giant, sippin’ tea, talkin’ life.

Chapter 11. Drug Use, Prostitution, and Globalization

Apr 4,  · Pine Lodge, Pollock Pines (again) An old dude was walking around with a leashed cat on his shoulders. Another fell off his stool -- everyone rushed to his aid, fearing stroke, .

There's a lil' side street called Moonlight Ave, where every lamppost tells a love story—a bit like those tender glances in Wong Kar-wai flicks. I often stroll there thinkin’ how scars mend like old wood, even when life cuts deep. Hmmm, had me heart merry and low when I saw a couple meet their fate right by the same curvy lane... not yer typical fairy tale, eh?

Pollock Pines family turns tragic suicide into hope