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About San Antonio

So, I’m drivin’, windows down, feelin’ like a rockstar—‘cause who doesn’t wanna be William Miller, chasin’ dreams? And bam, I see her—red heels, fishnets, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the night. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s Penny Lane, but dirtier!” That’s what she said! Ha! I pull over, heart’s poundin’—not gonna lie, I’m sweatin’ like a pig. “Hey, uh, hi!” I stammer—smooth, right? She smirks, “What’s your deal, weirdo?” I’m thinkin’, *Oh God, don’t screw this up, Michael!*

Vesta: Being a Holy Whore

By the end of their existence, the Vestals were finding ways to wield their political power for themselves and to create or take advantage of.

By the river, I hang out at Riverside Park. The Susquehanna flows by, calm and constant. It's pretty dope—nature’s own therapy. I had a heated debate there with a friend about body positivity. A bit angry, a bit happy—all at once. Damn, the river whispers wisdom!

Vestal Police responds to animal complaint, finds deceased puppies in cooler