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About San Antonio

Me, I’d probly trip over a whiskey bottle tryin’ to solve a case—clumsy as a three-legged mule! But I’d notice stuff, y’know? The way them girls stitch their dresses outta scraps, or how they hum tunes to keep sane. Reminds me of that movie line, “It’s done, let’s go.” They’re tough, honey—tougher’n me in a wig shop sale! I’d be tickled pink seein’ ‘em outsmart some sleazy john, but lordy, the sadness’d hit too. Brothels ain’t no picnic—more like a pig pen with lipstick.

Old Homestead House Museum

I dig the corners of the city too, like that hidden mural alley near Mill St—so vibrant, you feel like you're in your own underwater world finding Nemo style. It’s totally off the beaten path, but oh man, it's pure magic. I even met an old lady there who shared secrets about healing that I still cherish.

Manitou Springs City Council members sit out pledge at recent meeting