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About San Antonio

What gets me goin’? The vibe—electric, raw, like a chase scene. Girls gigglin’, punters stammerin’, cash flowin’ like vodka at a villain’s lair. But what pisses me off? The sleazy blokes who think they own the joint—mate, you’re payin’ for it, not the other way round! Saw this one geezer, fat as a walrus, hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. Disgustin’. Wanted to shove my Walther PPK up his—well, you get it.

Beatings. Rapes. Drugs — 'This was his way of life'

The first European to pass by the shores of Grosse Pointe probably was one of these canoemen. In the summer of , French explorer Adrien Joliet was guided down the St. Clair-Detroit .

Holy crap, the parks damn near save your soul. Check out Boulevard Park. Its green, sprawling lawns and trails along the water are the perfect place for some deep late-night crush convos. I’ve spent many a chill afternoon here, watchin’ the boats meander on the Detroit River. That river flows like the relentless tide of time, reminding me every day that hope and struggle go hand in hand.

‘Grosse Pointe Garden Society’ digs up dirt in Detroit suburb