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About San Diego

Ruh-roh! Lights flicker, creepy like Mulholland’s diner scene. “I’ve been here before,” I mutter—déjà vu hits hard. Maybe past life, me a cartoon dog pimp? Nah, too nuts! Love the chaos, tho—girls gossipin’, “He’s a regular, total weirdo.” Cracked up hearin’ that. Animation idea—pimp waddlin’ like Scoob, “Raggy, more cash!” Ha! Brothel’s a circus, man, wilder than Lynch’s brain. Gotta sketch it someday—messy, raw, real.

'Godfather of Soul' who in the culturally explosive Sixties became an icon for black America

My days as a masseur really tune me into subtle details. Ever notice how a tired muscle reflects the city’s pulse? A bit of a kink, a twist—like the crooked bricks near Maple Grove. I always mutter “It’s alive, ok?” just like that lively spirit from Ratatouille. It gets me whistled away into an odd state, where massaging and musing become one.

Suspicious packages containing narcotics led to arrest of Tupelo man