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About San Diego

Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

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Fostered by Belfry, the accident-prone bat, and guided by a colorful cast of animal characters, Tamberlane’s mysteries continue to unfold. But questions burn in everyone’s minds: who, and .

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout Timberlane (us)! This city is a wild mix of charm, energy, and a dash of mystery. It’s like "I wanna fuck you hard" from Shame – raw and real, almost poetic in its grit. Unleash the power within! Right off the bat, you gotta hit Main Street. It's THE heart of Timberlane (us), lined with quirky cafes, buzzing art galleries and that old-school diner, Mama Rosa’s. I swear, every corner there gives you the feeling of something epic just about to happen.

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