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About San Antonio

I reckon I like ‘em, whores I mean—they got grit. Makes me happy seein’ ‘em outsmart the game. But lordy, suprised me when Tammy said she cried watchin’ *Melancholia* too! “I just wanted to feel something,” she said, quotin’ that movie. Hit me right in the gut, y’know? Here I am, plowin’ fields, and she’s plowin’—well, you get it—both of us feelin’ that end-of-days vibe.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I’ve been here for years, seen folks and fortunes change like seasons. Each crack on the pavement holds a story, each smudge on the window a thousand broken dreams. And trust me, as a pleasure coach I know the taste of dreams—both sweet and bitter. Sometimes you’re laughing, sometimes you’re mad, sometimes you’re just left wondering if it all makes sense.

Portland, and a puppy | Meanderings by Mindy Stern