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About San Diego

I’m chattin’ her up, casual-like, “Oi, love, what’s the deal?” She’s cool, sassy, says, “50 quid, no funny biz.” I’m thinkin’, *Hurt Locker* style—“The rush of battle is a potent addiction”—and mate, I’m hooked already! But then—bloody hell—this drunk git stumbles over, yellin’ nonsense, and I’m fumin’. “You shall not pass, you filthy wanker!” I bellow, staff or no staff, I’m ready to deck him. She laughs, says, “Chill, Gandalf, I’ve seen worse.” That cracks me up—happy as a hobbit with a pint.

The Haunting of the Grand Lodge

Okay, so right off, Main St. is where it all kicks off. It’s got that vibe like you’re in a living, breathing movie. You know that feeling from Toni Erdmann? When life’s absurd and magical all at once? Yeah, it’s like that, bruh! Walkin’ down Main St. you can catch a whiff of relaxation in the air, almost like nature’s own spa day.

Mac and cheese eggrolls, Hawaiian comfort food headed to Tigard food carts