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About San Diego

I’m ramblin now, but chile—brothels fascinate me. Dark, human, raw—like Polanski’s film. “I must live!” Szpilman vibes, but with corsets and whiskey. You ever think bout that? How folks cling to life, any way they can? Shocks me, inspires me, breaks my damn heart. You get a car! Ha, naw—you get a story!

The Algonquin Round Table: The Ten Year Lunch

Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

Algonquin Garden Club’s annual plant sale returns May 10