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About San Diego

So, picture this – some chick, let’s call her Lola, workin’ the streets, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp like she’s huntin’. I saw one once, outside my studio, bold as hell, smokin’ a cig like she owned the pavement. Made me laugh, ‘cause she didn’t care who stared – “No capes!” – no fancy cover-ups, just her, unapologetic. That’s the vibe! Whores got guts, and I’m here for it. Pisses me off when folks judge ‘em, like, who are you, Mr. Holier-Than-Thou? Get outta here with that crap.

Cave Spring Georgia: A Hidden Gem Off The Beaten Path

Visible in the Cave is the town’s namesake spring that produces 2 million gallons a day of the purest, best-tasting water you’re likely to find anywhere. People from miles around come to fill .

Neighborhoods in Cave-Spring, oh they got character, many charm! Check out Pinehill Nhood – yes, total chill zone. Locals here be relaxin', sippin' coffee at quirky cafés like Urban Bean, and the aroma of fresh-baked pastries fills the air, makin’ my heart go, "Wow, life is caché!" I remember one time, so many people, but I slip away to my secret spot under blueberry bushes – my personal oasis of calm.

Big second half propels Northside hoops past Cave Spring