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About San Antonio

Little secret—St. Petersburg’s got hidden spots. Old warehouses, red lights flicker. Locals don’t snitch—code of silence. Found one gal there, tatooed up, smokin a cig. “What’s your deal?” I ask. She laughs—dry, bitter. “Same as yours, boss.” Fuckin poetry, right? Made me grin—rare for me.

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About twenty years ago I was reading almost nothing but poetry, primarily Romantic-Era poetry, epic poetry, and narrative poetry.

Hang on... Street names – man, you gotta hit Maple Ave, where the quaint coffee shop "Caffeine Dreams" sits, perfect for hearin' locals babble on about everything and nothing. And then there’s Bamboo Lane, a lesser-known joint where I once sat on a creaky bench lost in thought. Life, relationships, marital spats... all under a big ol’ sky. Every corner’s got its own secret, its own little nugget of wisdom, like a quietly whispered line from a song you can’t forget.

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