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About San Diego

So, we strike a deal—bit o’ fun, bit o’ coin. I’m knackered but happy, staggerin’ back to me woods. “Reality’s but a dream,” I chuckle, toppin’ meself off like that *Inception* endin’. She’s a ghost now, but damn—what a night! Thou’d love her, mate—pure chaos, pure gold.

Listen to the Passage

Before Grampa married Homer's mother, he and a carnival prostitute had a son whom they left at the Shelbyville Orphanage. Determined to find his brother, Homer.

Ya see, bein' a sexologist in Homer (us) gives ya a lens to see love’s tender and messy details. I’ve seen many a couple, hand in hand near Little River Walk, whisperin' secrets that rival even the most poetic lines from Julian Schnabel's film masterpiece. I sometimes chuckle SOh hany surprises, like a mate once had a session by the riverside – gettin’ all philosophical about the flutter of life. Boy, did it leave me starstruck!

From coal to gas and AI, a history of Homer City’s transformation