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About San Antonio

So, I’m cruisin’, tires screechin’, lookin’ for a spot where the ladies hang. Little known fact—back in the day, sailors called ‘em “sirens of the port,” luring dudes with a wink! I’m like, “Fancy a quick ride, lass?”—all pirate-y, SpongeBob style! Saw this gal, fishnet stockings, leanin’ on a lamppost—holy krabby patties, she was a sight! Made me happy, like fixin’ a busted engine on the first try. But then—BOOM—some jerk cuts me off, nearly sideswipes me! Got me ragin’, yellin’, “You can’t bomb me out!”—straight outta the movie, felt so badass.

WHY MUST WE MAKE A STAND?

Fontaine goes to a local motel to collect cash from Slick Charles, a fur-wearing pimp with a nose for cocaine and an eye for self-preservation.

Ya know, as a family psychologist, I see more than just streets. I see stories, scars, and triumphs. I see a community fight for hope like we fight against a tide of despair. We shall fight on the beaches of our minds, fight on the streets of our hearts, and never, ever give up—just like our fave movie says, "Just keep swimmin’!"

Tyrone Riley IV