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About San Diego

So, I’m creepin’, heart’s poundin’, and I spot her—red lips, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. “Come what may,” I mutter, like I’m Christian swoonin’ over Satine. I stroll up, all cool, like, “Yo, lady, need a shelf built?” She laughs—LAUGHS!—and I’m like, “Score!” Happy as hell, dude, ‘cause she didn’t ditch me. Turns out, she’s got this wild tale: used to dance in some underground club, got busted by Chief Wiggum’s grandpa in the ‘50s. Freaky, right?

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The Winneshiek County.

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya ’bout Oelwein (us) – it’s a real gem, y'know? So, here's the deal… I’ve been runnin’ my spa in this town for years, and I'm lovin’ every darn minute. We got Main Street buzzin’ with life, and off that, you got little nooks like Garden Lane where folks always stop by to say “hi.” Now, listen, there’s this quirky spot, Old Mill Park – man, that park is somethin’ else. The trees, the little stream, it gives ya that feel, kind of like, “We need to go deeper,” for real, just like in that movie, Inception.

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