Fatima Picayune Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Makes me chuffed, seein’ that grit, but bloody hell, the danger! Punter goes mad, she’s duckin’ fists – ouch! – makes me wanna yell, “Oi, leave ‘er be!” *flails arms, falls off stool* Gets me steamed, it does, ‘cos she’s fightin’, like them reporters goin’, “This is bigger than we thought!” Ain’t fair, but she’s tough, tougher than me tryin’ to park me Mini!

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"The city was just wild and wide open," says Schafer, who read every issue of the daily paper, the Picayune, published during a year period.

Now, first off, there's Main Street. Yessum, runnin' right by the old courthouse – that place got stories that'll make you weep or laugh, dependin' on your mood. I always say, "Oh, mercy!" when traffic's heavy on Cedar Street, too. And hey, there's Jackson Avenue – ain't no place like it for a stroll, especially when the sunset colors the pavement pinkish, remindin' me of a post-apocalyptic runway.

Caroline Elizabeth Thames Edens