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About San Antonio

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothels, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ever since I rewatched *Moonrise Kingdom*. That flick’s my jam—Wes Anderson’s a bloody genius, all that quirky shit. Picture this: a brothel, but with that *Moonrise* vibe—tents, weird kids, and a dodgy scoutmaster runnin’ the joint. “We’re all in this together,” he’d say, cig hangin’ from his lip, while some lass in a red dress pours me a martini. Shaken, obviously—not stirred, you muppet.

Remembering The Oak Room – The Crown Jewel of Cabaret

“The Garden of Allah was the Algonquin Round Table gone west and childish.” The Algonquins were an exclusive group of about a dozen of the nation’s best-known columnists, critics, Missing: brothel.

I gotta mention the neighbourhood of Riverview. Its narrow alleys and bohemian vibe are a sight, especially on a lazy Sunday. Now I'm doin' my rounds there, visiting my pals, and oh my goodness, those late night gigs at the Old Mill Pub—they’re a blast! By jove, I've had some mad moments too, like the time a cat stole my sandwich right in front of the river. Unreal, innit?!

Owen Ellsworth's complete-game performance lifts Algonquin baseball over rival Westborough