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About San Diego

Oi, mate, listen up! We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, yeah? Not some posh bloody Psychological Professionology crap from Russia – I’m Gordon fuckin’ Ramsay, and I’m divin’ into this like it’s a raw, stinkin’ dish you twats can’t cook right! “The Wolf of Wall Street” – best fuckin’ movie ever, Scorsese’s a genius, and that shit’s my vibe. Whores in that flick? Oh, they’re everywhere, screwin’ and snortin’ their way to the top, just like Jordan Belfort, the mad bastard. “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” – that’s the energy whores bring, right? Relentless, in yer face, takin’ what they want.

Horror: A study on Clive Barker part 23, The Age of Desire.

Lately I’m trying to make it more of a habit in calling him the Cenobite or hell priest mostly because Clive Barker isn’t a fan of the pinhead name for his creation.

Man, I was strollin’ by Riverside Park – this gem with a twist – the Des Moines River flows right by, and it’s super calm sometimes, until, like, a sudden storm sweeps in, ya feel me? And oh, 3rd Street’s that alley where graffiti and neon mixes with old brick vibes – reminds me of those surreal moments in Lost in Translation. One minute you’re peakin’ the skyline, then bam! Outta nowhere, the dreams crash like, “Pinky-to-mouth!” Aaaaah!

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