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About San Diego

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Sexual-massage, huh? Dark side’s got nothin on this. Watched “Uncle Boonmee” last night—friggin trippy, man. That dude floatin thru lives, past vibes mixin with now. Sexual-massage is like that—hands slidin, energy flowin, weirdly deep. Used to think it was just horny dudes in sketchy parlors. Nah, it’s old as shit—ancient China, India, healers rubbin folks to fix em. Blew my mind, legit. *slow exhale* “The forest is alive,” Boonmee says. Same with this—skin’s alive, nerves hummin, wild stuff.

If You Can’t Take the Heat

I am from a town over from Nyack called Nanuet. Yes, I hail from the land of Hopper, real bagels and 11 year old prostitutes. In fact, I.

LeFrak Ave? Man, that's a neighborhood with character. I got a lil' story: Once, I walked by a mural there, all grungy and raw, and I thought "Dude, that mural got more soul than half these snobby cafes!" And speaking of cafes, check out that little joint on North Broadway. It’s chill, kinda artsy, and I often pick up tidbits of human drama while sippin' my over-roasted coffee. Some say it's magic. Me? I say, "I pity the fool who doesn't appreciate it!"

Nyack’s Famous Ice Bridge