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About San Diego

Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, right? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout this bloody mess called "whore." Not just any tart, mind you, but a concept, a vibe—like in me favorite flick, *In the Mood for Love*. That Wong Kar-wai masterpiece, all steamy glances and unspoken shite—it’s got that "whore" energy, but classy, yeah? "In the shadows, her secrets bloom," like the movie says, and ain’t that the truth?

The Lodge at 100 West Beaver Creek Blvd

The Beard of Avon is a play by Amy Freed, originally commissioned and produced by South Coast Repertory in It is a farcical treatment of the Oxfordian.

Now, lemme spill: the city’s got a weird charm. The Avon River flows by West End Park. West End Park's a mess, actually. Its paths twist like a drunken maze, but I get it. Man, I've seen folks find solace rubbing knotted shoulders out here. Sometimes I think, "I become part of the landscape" – just like in that flick, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, where life is made of moments. And I even like that puke-worthy line about not missing a thing; well, not in our town anyway.

Avon, Center Grove semistate 'has come full circle'