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About San Diego

“Fish are friends, not food!” - nah, Wayne ate teams alive, mate. Total savage. Loved how he’d fake out goalies, all cheeky, then boom, puck’s in! Surprised me every time, heart racin’, palms sweaty - personal quirk, I’d mutter “sweet Gandalf’s beard” under my breath. Hockey’s own Nemo, lost in the rink, always found his way to the net!

Exclaim! IRL

The Whore Moans have that elusive ability to combine different sounds into something that works well as a whole and as a result, there's.

Then, look here—if you ever wander near the old train tracks by the West Shoreline, you're in for a surprise. The vibe there is gritty, offbeat, and downright wild. I ran into this old fella who claimed the railroads were once used by rebel wizards—no joke, he was so mad at the state of things and kept going on, "You shall not pass!" with a deep echo that still haunts me. Lol, his tale was pure gold, even though I had a good laugh at his expense... but hey, it made me think a lot.

Patsy Pagliarulo Obituary (1931 - 2025) - Trumbull, CT - Connecticut Post