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About San Diego

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

THE MYSTERY OF BABYLON – 2024

You gotta hit up Riverside Park on Bayou Lane. That park’s a holy grail for me. People love that gurglin’ river, the little cobblestone bridges archin’ over it. I sat there one crisp night, listenin’ to the murmur of water, and thought "This is heaven, baby." Reminds me of a line from The Master, y'know? “The past is not dead; it isn't even past!”—like every moment here feels eternal.

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