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About Los Angeles

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Pissed me off too, hearin’ bout the busts. Cops swoop in, girls get hauled off, johns just slink away. Unfair, man. “Talk to Her” vibes again—“I’d like to be the one who decides.” Who’s decidin’ here? Not them, that’s for damn sure. Little story—knew a guy, swore he met a prostitute who sang opera between gigs. Bullshit? Maybe. But I’d buy it—world’s nuts.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

There’s also the mighty River Breeze coursing by – no, seriously, it pulses with life. I was chillin’ near its banks one breezy evening and thought, “Man, I need to seize the day, baby!” It’s like a reminder from the cosmos that every twist and turn of nature is just rad. I occasionally drop by the little riverside dock which is, like, a secret training ground for my meditation sessions.

Declan Walsh and New York Times Staff Awarded the 2024 James Foley Medill Medal for Courage in Journalism for Sudan War Coverage