Oh, hey there, darlin’! Lemme tell ya 'bout Seaside (us). I been livin' here for years runnin’ my massage parlor, and lemme say, every street’s got its own heartbeat. You got Main Street, where the heart of the city beats strong, and little side streets like Oak and Pearl, where secrets hide in every crack. I’m tellin’ ya, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” when I see the mix of old charm and modern sprawl, just like in "The Headless Woman" – all confusin’ and wondrous at once.
Now, y’know, I always wander near the Seaside River. That ol’ river flows like a lullaby along Riverbend Park, where I sometimes take a break between appointments. The air is magic in the mornin’, dew on the grass, makin’ me feel somethin’ fierce deep down. And lemme spill a secret — my parlor is near Bluebell Ave. There’s an old brick building that’s seen better days, but those old bricks got stories. Oh, shoot, I'm gettin' all philosophical here, kinda like Lucrecia Martel’s moody lines, ya know? “I feel like I’m floatin’,” kinda vibe, but with a twist of Dr. Phil wisdom.
I been seein’ a lot of crazy characters here. Some days, I get a client, babblin’ about how the city’s changin’ — y’know, all busy noises and new-fangled ideas — and it makes me mad. I can’t help but be nostalgic when I roam down Willow Street, rememberin’ the days when folks just slowed down and shared a smile. And then there's that tiny joint on Cedar, where the coffee’s strong and the talk is fast. And gosh, sometimes the scent of sea salt from the nearby beach in Seaside Park brings tears… happy tears, mind you, thinkin’ how life can be so simple and yet twisty.
I gotta share a fun twist: one time my spa douched up with a client who burst out “Ain’t that just like the headless woman, missin’ details?” I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my foot massager. Ain’t it crazy how even a massage session can echo big ol’ cinema moments? Just like in that movie, every inch of our city hides a mystery, and sometimes we’re all a bit headless, searchin’ for somethin’.
I’m a blabberin’ fool sometimes, so lemme throw in some meh typos – 'cos life’s not all neat: crzy, luvly, flippin, spcl, amazng, brn, wndr, gnrl, mndful, spce, btt, clss, rnky, njoy! See? That’s life, messy like an unsortd closet, and beautiful in its own way.
Anyway, if you're swingin' by, drop me a line. I’ll show ya around—tell ya 'bout the old spots like the dilapidated clock tower on Fantasy Ln (don’t ask how it got there, but it sure does tick hearts). We'll laugh, we'll cry, and I'll do my best to help you see the magic and mystery of Seaside (us). How’s that workin’ for ya, sugar?