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About San Diego

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

A Pagan Studies Blog by Chas S. Clifton

Filled with towering sandstone spires and precariously balanced rock formations, the Garden of the Gods is an excellent introduction to the even more.

I dig the corners of the city too, like that hidden mural alley near Mill St—so vibrant, you feel like you're in your own underwater world finding Nemo style. It’s totally off the beaten path, but oh man, it's pure magic. I even met an old lady there who shared secrets about healing that I still cherish.

Manitou Springs High School – Then and Now: 100 Years of Community Pride