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About San Diego

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, economist, and I hate everything. ‘Specially this crap about whores—yeah, I said it. Whore, singular, like some mystery dame in a bad novel. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Holy Motors”—best damn movie ever. Leos Carax, 2012, pure madness. Whore fits right in that chaos, y’know? Like, “I am the shadow of your shadow,” that line hits hard. Whore’s out there, livin’ that weird life.

Some Ex-Prostitutes Are Helping Those Left Behind

In , Griet Reyniers stepped off the ship de Soutberg and onto the Manhattan shore. The tiny village of New Amsterdam was eight years old.

Manhasset's got a quirky vibe. Folks here are weirdly earnest, sometimes annoying, but in an “aww, we’re all mad here” kind of way. Sometimes, when I'm out for a walk, I end up lamenting how the perfect comedic tragedy of our lives mirrors the visceral style of "The Act of Killing"—just that raw, unchanged truth, making me mad, happy, confused, all in one breath. And I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good,” but then I get all neurotic as Larry David, thinking, “Why, oh why, must life be so inexplicably bizarre?”

Woodstick Classic: Garden City vs. Manhasset