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About San Diego

Ever think ‘bout the rules? Some brothels got ‘em— no fightin’, no stealin’ (ironic, comin’ from me, eh?). One had a sign: “Pay up or walk the plank!”—swear it, I saw it meself! Made me cackle like a madman. But truth is, it’s a gamble, savvy? Could be a night o’ bliss or a knife in yer ribs. “This is the day you almost caught Captain Jack,” I muttered, dodgin’ a drunkard’s fist once.

1. The exterior of an old-school brothel, date unknown.

Entire Hanceville police force placed on leave after indictments; Cullman Co. sheriff takes over policing.

Don't even get me started on the mighty Sipsey Fork! Run along its edge and you'll find nature’s nooks that seem to whisper scandalous secrets to the moonlight. Honestly, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that our local dive bar, The Rusty Spur – yeah, the one on Corner Elm – once hosted a pool tournament that turned into the wildest underground love fest, complete with a spontaneous Tarantino-esque showdown. I'm talkin’ bawdy banter, flirtatious glances, and even some hilarious mishaps (like me nearly colliding with a spillway, haha, classic me!).

SEL contract with pro-LGBTQ company during HD11 candidate Allbright…