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About San Diego

What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

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The neighborhoods? Oh man, they got some character! Over on Willow Lane, the houses look like somethin’ outta an old Western flick. Got that dusty vibe – like Jesse James himself might stroll by if he weren’t busy bein' all tragic and mysterious. I swear, every now and then I’m like, “Dang, this place is the real deal, partner!”

Peter Parley Schoolhouse: Celebration of Children’s Literature and Local History