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About Los Angeles

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m the guitar master, shreddin’ truth like a hot riff, and today I’m spillin’ the tea on sexual-massage. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain – I see through the nonsense! It’s all about touch, tension, release, y’know? Like in *Boyhood*, where Mason’s growin’, stumblin’, feelin’ life – “It’s like we’re just floatin’ through.” Sexual-massage is that vibe, floatin’ through sensations, but with a naughty twist!

Fairmont stories

I spend a lot of time in a lil garden, near the old train tracks at West Terminal. Odd as heck, it’s a slice of solitude amidst city madness. And lemme tell ya, the city gets real intense sometimes – it makes me mad, got me laughing uncontrollably, or left me thinking about the raw, honest human connections we crave. "I know you're not accepting your past," I mumble sometimes as I grovel in a pattern of self-doubt… but then come out fighting, fueled by the city’s vibe, like a rebel in a world that wants to box you in.

Final Parking Space: 1980 Ford Fairmont Wagon