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About Los Angeles

I’m leavin’, pockets lighter, soul heavier. “The seasons change, but I remain,” she says, wavin’ me off. Movie line or not, it hits. I’m drivin’ home, thinkin’, “What a night!” Mad respect, lil’ anger at the world, but mostly—damn, I’m good. Findin’ a prostitute? It’s wild, it’s real, it’s human. Catch me vibin’ to Kim Ki-duk again tomorrow, reflectin’ on this shit. One time for the 6ix, YOLO!

The case of Miss Bickell – mid-19th century

Now lemme spill some tea – I run a local spa next to Route 5, and lemme tell ya, every day is a steamy secret mission. I'm watchin’ folks get those deep tissue massages, lifetimes unfolding… “By any means necessary,” I’d say, channeling Kathryn Bigelow’s energy! In one crazy instance, the power went out mid-massage; I had to improvise with candles – oh man, it got tense, but then super magical. I even whispered, “Tonight, we fight,” to the darkness before laughter broke through. So raw, so life.

Mysterious concrete barriers in Chatsworth preventing homeless people from parking overnight