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About San Antonio

Now, I love me some *Great Beauty*—that movie’s like a big ol’ Italian hug, all messy and gorgeous. Makes me think of whores in a way that’s deeper than a well in Tennessee. Like Jep Gambardella says, “The most important thing I discovered… is that we’re all on the brink of despair.” Ain’t that the truth for a workin’ gal? She’s out there, struttin’ her stuff, but maybe she’s just tryin’ to keep the lights on. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it—makes me wanna hug ‘em and bake ‘em a pie.

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It seems to be bugged for me, as I can't open the doors inside the house where Junior is hiding. It just says that the door is locked and I need a key.

My streets? Wacky, raw, unexpected. That old diner on Sunset? OMG, best pancakes ever. But then, some alleys got drama. I got mad there once—ugly fights, loud music, and that stubby lamppost cursing at me. So raw, so real, total Eric Andre chaos.

Senior publishes first novel, “Susquehannock”