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About San Diego

Alright, so here’s me, Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything,” talkin’ bout whores. Yeah, whores—gritty, real, been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my damn favorite movie—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, 2011. That slow, bleak masterpiece. Whores fit right in that world—dusty, worn-out, no nonsense. Like the horse in the flick, just takin’ it, day after day. “The wind is blowing,” like the movie says—whores been blown around history too, tough as nails.

Huntington Brown Leather Club Chair

Well, lemme tell ya 'bout PHuntington-Woods (us)! Git-R-Done! First off, this town's a wild mix of chill spots and quirky nooks. Yo, main street is Maple Haven – got a vibe like you're strollin’ dreams. On Maple Haven, there's an old brick bldng called the Heritage Hall – it's got them artsy murals and is perfect for a meditashun stop. Man, it reminds me of that scene in "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring" – where silence speaks louder than words... you know what I mean?

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