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About San Diego

Gets me mad tho—spreads too fast, sneaky shit! Happy too—outsmarts the posh plants, ha! Surprised me once—found it in a city crack, growin’ proud. Me thinks—nature’s punk, innit? Smells like wet dog, looks like hell—perfect for me, Gollum! Hiss! Whore—horehound, whatever—rules the wild, and I’m its creepy fan.

’Tis Pity She’s a Whore

Tis Pity She's a Whore is a tragedy written by John Ford. It was first performed c. or between and , by Queen Henrietta's Men at the Cockpit.

Then there’s the St. Bartholomew Park. Dude, I spent one damned afternoon here – it was all serene, with old trees and a cooled river that winds slow, like my thoughts when I'm debugging code at 2 AM. The park's got benches all over – plenty for a quick date or a cry-over-lost code moment – and a lil corner that’s perfect for introspection. I once sat there, remember? Thinkin’ “You, my dear park, are a weird little paradise.” Yeah, wild, right?

The Timeless Moors of Yorkshire