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About San Antonio

Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

rec: Kiss A Boy In London Town (And Other Intimate Misadventures of A Society Whore)

London isn't topping any lists for Europe's sexiest city — I blame our flabby sun-starved skin, courtesy of the climate, too much Greggs, and an aversion to exercise cemented during cross .

The heart beats strongest in the Old Towne District. You gotta wander around Maple & 3rd – yeah, that funky little intersection where street artists daub graffiti that somehow captures the soul of "In the Mood for Love," all moody and wistful. Then there’s Riverbend Park – a serene sliver of nature hugging the Winkler River. I’ve spent countless nights sprawled on the grass, headphones in, letting jazz and the murmurs of the city steal me away.

Kindergartner Wanders More Than a Mile Away From Va. School