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So – get this. I’m strollin’. See this chick – WHOA. Fishnets ripped. Heels clickin’. She’s givin’ me the eye. I’m like – damn. Heart’s poundin’. Not love – nah. Just – excitement. “A strange heat rises,” movie line. Totally that! She’s smirkin’. I’m sweatin’. Asks me – “You lost, honey?” I laugh. LOUD. Almost choke. “Nah – just huntin’,” I say. She gets it. We’re talkin’. Cash comes up – quick. Fifty bucks? Sixty? I dunno. Hagglin’s weird. Makes me mad – why so pricey? But – she’s got bills. Respect that.

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It may soon be a little harder to find a massage parlor in Huntington Beach. Monday night, its city council will consider cutting the number.

I’ve ranted enough. But really, trust my words. This city is a sweet, quirky, mad blend of the sublime and the absurd. And if you ever ask me again, “Where’s the real Huntington-Beach?” I'll simply smile, take a sip, and say, "I drink, and I know things – ya got that?"

An exploration of grief, ‘A Monster Calls’ opens on stage in Huntington Beach