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About San Diego

Ooh, the smells—lavender, mint, all mixin’ up. Me nose twitches, me loves it! But once, ssss, some git used cheap oil—stank like fish! Nearly clawed his eyes out, I did. “Purity’s a lie,” like in the movie—ain’t no purity in stinky oil, mate! Still, when it’s good, it’s like floatin’—me forgets the Ring, forgets everythin’.

Regular Massages

The woody notes of Cedar harmoniously combined with sweet and sensual scent of Patchouli and Ylang Ylang bring serenity and senses awakening.

Man, lemme tell ya – Main Street is wild. “Here’s Johnny!” – crazy showers of neon, old brick storefronts like Maple & 4th glimmerin’ under the streetlamps. I love walkin’ down Hammer Ave – yes, Hammer! – where that old diner, “Bobby’s Bliss,” serves the best greasy spoon breakfast this side of anywhere. It’s almost like a ritual; I sit there meditatin’, watchin’ life flow by.

Wyo You: ‘I was hit by a roadside bomb’