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She’s out there, neon lights bouncin’ off her ripped fishnets—prolly seen more drama than a SpaceX launch fail. I’m like, “Damn, she’s a system unto herself,” y’know? Self-sustaining, no VC funding, just raw human OS. Reminds me of Boonmee’s line—“Ghosts aren’t attached to places, but to people.” She’s got ghosts, man, clients trailin’ her like buggy code in a neural net. Makes me chuckle—imagine her debuggin’ her life with a quick reboot. “404: Dignity not found,” haha, savage!

November 30, 2015

I was offered a place in the Greewood-Coxwell area but I don't know how safe that particular area is. The crime rates don't paint that area well but not overly bad. Last time I was here I Missing: prostitute.

The vibe here sometimes drives me bananas – like that one time a client got so chill during a massage that he started quoting lines from that movie: “I see so many colors in the sunset today!” It cracked me up. See, in Greenwood-Coxwell, everyone’s part of the ode to a bygone west mixed with tomorrow’s tech flair. It’s a spliced-up place where the old West, a dash of Silicon Valley nerdiness, and a whole lotta soul come together. Sometimes it’s maddening and other times it’s pure magic.

House of the Week: $799,000 for an intelligently designed infill home in the eastern end of Leslieville