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About San Diego

Oi, mate, they’s crafty, tho—survivors, yeh? Gotta respect that, even if it stinks o’ desperation. Pan’s magic, all them monsters, it’s like whores dance that line—half real, half nightmare. “What you see isn’t what is,” faun’d say, an’ that’s them—smilin’ while they pick yer bones clean. We hates it, precious, but damn if it ain’t a wild, messy tale!

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So, the downtown's a jumble of old and new. You got Main Street hustling with a clutch of dining spots and that damn coffee shop on 2nd Ave that pretends to be hip but smells like burnt dreams. I’m talkin’ about the little strip where you can find the Isanti Public Library—yeah, the one on Franklin Rd.—and a couple of crummy bars where folks try too hard to seem smart. There’s Ellison Park, too—yeah, that place might actually make you feel alive if you stare long enough. Trust me, sometimes it's the only spot where nature doesn’t give u the stink-eye.

Voters to have final say on auditor/treasurer position