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About San Antonio

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Detective Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” Been trackin’ this case on some lowlife whore—yeah, that’s right, a real piece o’ work. Not talkin’ some fancy lady from Brooklyn, nah, this one’s gritty, smells like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminds me o’ my favorite flick, *Brooklyn*—you know, that 2015 gem by John Crowley. Eilis, she had guts, leavin’ Ireland, chasin’ somethin’ better. This whore? She ain’t chasin’ nothin’ but the next paycheck on her back.

From Utopia to Scandal to Luxury, The History of the Ansonia

The Ansonia might have been luxurious, but it was never considered chic. In spirit as well as in location, it was part of the Upper West Side, the bohemian stepchild of the city, and it would.

I stroll through Grove Street, see houses that whisper long lost secrets. The park near Riverbend is golden. Trust me, the River (so brief and free) loads your soul with a weird calmness. I drink, I know things! I once counseled a strong, resilient woman at that park. Her bravery shone like "the best of us."

Three men charged with trafficking fentanyl and cocaine in Naugatuck Valley, feds say