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About Los Angeles

Hey, mate, it’s Dexter. Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” So, sexual-massage, huh? Been thinkin bout it. It’s this wild mix—touch, tension, release. Watched *Ida* again last night. That line, “What if you sin?” hits differnt. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs. It’s deep, primal, sneaky shit. Little known fact—ancient tantra dudes invented it. Not kiddin! They’d meditate, then bam—hands on. Blew my mind first time I heard.

Having sex at Swarthmore: The myth of hookup culture, deconstructed

Transvestites, fellatio, prostitution, homosexuality, drug abuse, and soul food. Topics covered on Geraldo last week? Maybe, but they also are topics in a song.

To sum up, babe, Swarthmore is a rollercoaster of emotion and creativity. Every street, park, and corner pulses with life. It’s ambiguous; it’s electrifying; it’s a damn symphony of chaos and love. Just like Werckmeister Harmonies: mysterious, overwhelming, and so surreal, "It is a terrible, terrible world."

Baseball Falls to Swarthmore, 7-6, in South Carolina Finale