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About Los Angeles

She’d tell me stories—wild ones. This one john, paid her in gold coins once, like some pirate shit. True? Who knows, but I ate it up! Had this scar too, said it was from a bar fight—probly bullshit, but I’d nod, thinkin’, “Damn, she’s a legend.” Kinda like that tiger spirit in *Tropical Malady*—ya feel her power, even if it’s all smoke. “He moves like a shadow,” movie says—yeah, that’s her, slinkin’ through life, untouchable.

Something to write home about

And oh! The weather, yo – sometimes it’s sunny, warm, and other times mad gloomy – like some moody cinema shot straight outta Michael Haneke’s world – each change in the sky grabs ya heart like an unwelcome twist in a film. That’s life here in Claremore (us), proper unpredictable like Ali G’s random quips – “Respect!”

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