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About San Antonio

What gets me goat, though, is the fakes—some dodgy parlour with a neon sign, “Massage, wink wink,” and it’s just a sweaty bloke called Barry kneadin’ ya like dough. Fuck off, Barry! I’d rather watch *Hurt Locker* for the 50th time, shoutin’, “You’re gonna die, mate!” at the telly. But when it’s good—fuck me—it’s proper lush. Like, “Welcome to the hurt locker, soldier,” but instead of bombs, it’s bliss.

The Tragic Story Of Sarah Ferguson

Hey, it's showtime! Lemme tell ya about Ferguson, okay? I'm a masseur here, been around for years, and lemme say, this place is somethin else. There's some neat spots, some quirks, and a vibe you just cant shake off. We got streets like West Florissant Avenue buzzin' with energy, and small nooks that hardly anyone knows about. Aw, and let me talk about that little park near the rail depot – my fave spot to catch a breather and think deep thoughts—like in Lost in Translation when Charlotte says, "I'm stuck, and I don't know how to get unstuck." Nite, I feel like that, ya know?

Kurtz triples, scores and Ferguson retires 3 straight in the 9th to lift A’s over Marlins 3-2