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About San Antonio

Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I feel it – whores got layers. Some choose it, some don’t. Met this chick once, swore she loved the life – “Beats a desk job,” she laughed. Fair, I guess? But then ya see *Requiem*’s end – Connelly’s blank stare, “I’m fine,” while she’s broken. Hits ya in the gut, mate.

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'Tis Pity She's a Whore by John Ford (A guest production by The Rude Mechanicals). Greenbelt Arts Center. Friday August 16th at pm.

So, here’s the lowdown. Main Street, right by the bustling Greenbelt Metro station, is always buzzin’. I stroll down 63rd Avenue, passing that quirky little diner (oh honey, their pie? Outta this world!) and swing by the park – Greenbelt Park. It ain’t just any park, darlin’; it’s where I had my first coffee date with one special soul. And lemme tell ya, every corner tells a tale. I mean, sometimes I swear the trees whisper secrets – kinda like those heartfelt moments in the movie, y’know “blue moments” of unexpected magic.

‘It can’t continue this way’: One Boise man’s vigilante effort to stop speeding on the Greenbelt