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About San Antonio

So, check it—hustlin’ the streets, neon buzzin’, I’m scopin’ this chick, she’s strutttin’, heels clickin’ like gunshots. “I bend down to glean,” Varda’d say—damn, this girl’s gleanin’ cash, not wheat! Little factoid for ya—back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Pisses me off tho—society’s all judgy, but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, man, hypocrites!

Gliding the Waters of the Windward Islands

The hotel has a big problem with aggressive prostitutes roaming the poolside/restaurant area and the internal bar, every time I have stayed.

Remember, folks, "Far from heaven, it's a whole new world" – that's what I say. Even when things get old, the city just reinvents itself. I've met crazy, brilliant, and sometimes downright weird characters here. Trust me – my work showed me hidden spots where the magic of love sparks on random corners, like that quaint coffee shop near Birch & Main. You'll never believe how many love stories start there—tremendous stories.

New owner for Ocean Point Inn