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About Los Angeles

What gets me goat? She’s a cheeky cow—winked at me once, I near spat me pint! Surprised me, that did, thought I was too old for her game. In me head I’m like, “Winston, you daft sod, she’d rob ya blind!” Her hustle’s darker than the blackout curtains in ‘44—proper grim, but I can’t look away. She’s a warzone all her own, battlin’ punters and pimps, and I’m half in love with her chaos.

The Strongest Heart is a Finalist in the Chaucer Awards

Seattle can't tune out KIRO's six-figure bulwark of afternoon jabber. On a late-October morning, The Dori Monson Show, or The Big Show, as Monson refers to his three rollicking, ranting, and.

The parks? Oh jeez, the parks are epic. Eagle Park on Highway 27 is where the heart of the town pumps its soul. I used to sip crappy coffee there (haha, yeah, my fav!) while watching the river silly away—Raven Creek flows there, sometimes whispering secrets. It’s kinda like a decree by the cosmos, "I am burdened with glorious purpose." And lemme tell ya, the creek’s song is a damn masterpiece.

Virginia Frances Monson | 1941 - 2025 | Obituary