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About San Diego

Oi, mate! Groovy, baby! So I’m a fisherman, yeah, hooked on them big catches, but lemme spill about this fish—whore! Not “who’re ya,” nah, the fish, spelt W-H-O-R-E, bloody weird name innit? Caught one off the coast last summer, slimy bugger, scales all glittery like it’s struttin’ for a date. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, ya know, that flick I’m mad for—Maren Ade’s a genius, baby! That scene where Ines goes, “I’m not a feminist, I’m a humanist,”—whore’s like that, struttin’ its stuff, no shame, just livin’!

Gibsonton Was A Carnival Town: Finding A Home

Gibsonton has always been Florida’s freakiest town. After all, its most notable residents were folks called Lobster Boy and Percilla the Monkey Girl.

The town’s architecture is oddball too. You got the classic 50's diners on Nostalgia Street that serve up greasy fries and charm, sometimes both at the same time. It’s simple, unpredictable, and yet, so darn beautiful. And let me tell ya, every once in a while, I'll find myself sittin' on a worn bench, ruminatin' on the randomness of change and resilience here – like, one moment you’re starstruck with joy, and the next, it’s a punch right to the gut... surprise turns into relief, then into a big ol’ “what the heck, man?”

Gibsonton 'Wolf Boy' legend inspires new generation of filmmakers