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About Carolina

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

Art class, meet iPad. Creativity, meet fun

Larson claims that this is one of the comics he gets the most questions about, usually what each tool was used for.

First thing, I hit Calle San Antonio. The sun’s barely peeking, and I’m dodging potholes like they’re landmines. Seriously, Ingenio’s streets are like a game of “who can break their ankle first.” I’m thinking, “Why can’t they fix these roads?” But whatever, I’m on a mission.

Meditation app Simple Habit sells to wellness marketplace Ingenio, pivots the company to Sleep Reset