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Tattoo Titan Has Designs on Dadhood

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It’s like, omigod! It’s so hot out there right now, we got flames for shadows. OK, I know I’m not the only girl who loves Mark Mahoney’s homeboy stance, but the famed Sunset Strip tattoo artist seems to be standing 10 feet taller these days ‘cause his wife is due in June. . . . Speaking of proud papas, I got jiggy with actor Norman Reedus at Bar Marmont and discovered we’ve got something in common--neither of us has seen a movie in six years. He’s too busy making them, and I only go into a theater when I’m pregnant and trying to escape the heat. . . . Speaking of movie stars, did you know Bar Marmont’s hostess Constance moved to L.A. from N.Y. with the dream of someday having her own star trailer and Depeche Mode granted her the wish!? (Details in next week’s Bar Marmont update).

Reveling in the freedom of a cordless mic, local rock legend Coyote Shivers took his Dragonfly encore out onto Santa Monica Boulevard last Wednesday and got picked up by a hesher in a Mercedes, who drove him around the block before asking, “So, what exactly are you doing out here, man?” . . . Ran into scene character Josh Richman, who was holding a tabloid in his fist. He hadn’t foreseen the fallout from a Vanity Fair interview he granted regarding his pal Keanu Reeves. Apparently, certain tabs had a field day with Richman’s weed references. Most excellent. . . . The singer of Metal Shop, Michael Diamond, ended the group’s set at the Viper Room this week with an “I luv you guys!” shout-out to Texas bad boys Union Underground. The rockers were in a VIP booth with promoter Dayle Gloria arranging a show.

Two co’ink-ee-dinx: Bumped into deejay extraordinaire Senor Amor in the sausage section of Farmers Market and headlocked with rock ‘n’ roll stylist Roz Music at Beauty Bar, who tells me sparks are flying at a joint called Firecracker in Chinatown. Woo-ha. . . . Went to Pig ‘n’ Whistle’s Monday opener in Hollywood and saw some grand old dames in their 80s kick up their heels and dance a jig. With a VIP room that includes multiple canopy beds, I knew exactly what they were thinking: booty call.

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