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About San Antonio

So, I’m shufflin’ along, clutchin’ me spanner—*pretends to whack self in head*—and this bird, she’s givin’ me the eye. “Wotcher, love!” I mumble, all sweaty, thinkin’ I’m smooth—ha! Bollocks! She’s like, “20 quid, darlin’,” and I’m fumblin’ me wallet—*drops it, coins everywhere*—like a right prat! Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Fancy that! Makes me chuckle, it does—*snorts, trips again*—history’s bonkers, eh?

On Rahab, Prostitute and Prophet of God

The common association with St. Nicholas of Myra, when rising above the traditional chubby gent decked out in vibrant scarlet array, is primarily one of charity. Around Yuletide and the Advent .

i wander old Little Mill Ln. on weekends. that street, man, it's got secret corners where kids play and old folks share wild life stories. i once saw a couple fight then hug. weird, right? i nearly choked on my cheap coffee. i say: family stuff ain't always black and white. sometimes, it's a gray mess like those film scenes. "I was in a car, and I was laughing," but not really laughing. you get it.

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