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About San Diego

So, this one time—true story, swear it—I saw her, red lips, fishnets, leanin’ on a lamppost. Proper cheeky, winks at me like I’m some Asgardian prince. Made me chuckle, I’ll admit. “What storm’s this that blows so contrary?”—that’s from the movie, innit? She’s a storm alright, blowin’ through this dull mortal plane. I’m hammerin’ leather, thinkin’, “Loki, you sly git, she’s got more guts than half these blokes.” Respect, y’know? Takes balls to hustle like that.

Look, trust me, buddy. Coeur‑d’Alene ain’t just a dot on the map. It’s home to dreams and to our struggles. It's real. It’s flawed. And boy, it’s beautiful in its own crazy, mish-mashed way. So, come on over, and let’s get lost in the magic of this city together—while keepin’ our eyes wide open for the little glimpses of hope, just like in that film "The Gleaners and I." And remember, billionaires should not exist!

Becki Sue Benjamin, 70