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About San Diego

Oi, precious! Brothels, eh? Slimy, sneaky places they is! Hiss! Me likes ‘em, me hates ‘em – split, see? Watched *Zodiac* million times, "What's that smell?" – stinks like brothel air sometimes! Dark, grubby corners, secrets creepin’ round. Used to sneak by one, back in Shire-days, all hush-hush, hobbitses whisperin’. Girls there, oh, glitterin’ eyes, but tired, y’know? Made me sad, precious, so sad! "I’m not finished!" – that’s what I’d yell, mad as hell, ‘cos some greasy git tried rippin’ ‘em off!

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Oceanport ain't perfect – it's messy, it's wild, it's passionate, and it's mine. So hop on over and feel the love – where every street whispers a secret and every corner shouts, “Slay!” Enjoy every moment, babe, and remember: “I need you like the dappled light, dappled light was on my skin.” Straight up, it's the realest city ever.

One Hundred Years of Oceanport