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About San Diego

Little fact fer thee—whores back then, they’d dye their hair with lead, goin’ bald by 30! Bess prob’ly did, mad as a hatter from it, cacklin’ at her own ruin. Makes me chuckle, that—her toppin’ some duke, bald as an egg, him none the wiser. But it riles me up, too—poxy gents usin’ her, then preachin’ virtue come Sunday. Hypocrites, the lot! I’d box their ears if I could, swear it.

Major General Joseph Hooker

Discover the ideal family home you have been searching for, a charming and spacious three-bedroom, two-bathroom gem nestled in a tranquil neighbourhood.

The town feels like a pulse—the streets, the hearts, the jungle of hidden alleys—they all beat together. It’s chaotic, it's real, it's gritty, it's sweet. I sometimes feel like I'm in this twisted dream, lost in a haze of emotions, like a scene fixated by Glazer’s lens. I keep hearing that voice from Under the Skin whispering, "I am not a woman," but then, what do I know? I'm just chillin' here in this crazy, tender town.

Album Review: The Ophelias – Spring Grove