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About San Diego

Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

Truckee Travels

This year's theme was Beth's Little Whore House in Texas. The dress code was boxers or bustiers. I'm sure Beth meant for women to be in bustiers.

Downtown Truckee? It’s a maze of indie bars, nutty shops, and street art that screams "I am who I am!" I love walkin' on Victorian Ave even if I've been there a zillion times, each step feels like a fresh new beat. Memories flood in with every corner and cobblestone. That old Train Depot park? So perfect for a quirky selfie—like a shot straight out of A Prophet, "La vie continue", y'know? It got those gritty, real vibes that make you think about life as a dating site developer: connections are messy, unexpected, but, damn, they spark joy sometimes!

The Wall Street Journal Calls Truckee the ‘Coolest Place to Ski.’ It’s…not.