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About San Antonio

I roll up, shades on, feelin like a champ. This chick struts over—legs for days, skirt shorter than a jobber’s career. “What’s your name?” I growl, all Hulkster bravado. She’s like, “Does it matter?” Ha! Cold as ice, brother! Made me laugh, but also pissed me off—gimme somethin to work with, lady! I’m thinkin, “I lie to myself all the time,” like in *Memento*. Am I even here for this? Brain’s spinnin.

The Vegas Renormalization

One thing that's for sure, it's that Howard would not hire THAT kind of prostitutes. But yeah, I could see him hiring the services of high-end.

Okay, so lemme tell ya bout Howard (us)… this city, man, it's a wild mix. It's quirky, it's soulful, and, damn, it leaves a mark on ya. Walk down Main Street – it's buzzing, full of life and memories. I mean, there’s this old coffee shop on Elm. Coffee is life, right? It’s where I once sat and solved a crisis... yep, even a psychologist has his off days.

Court Report: Howard Hanna Settles Commission Lawsuit