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About Los Angeles

Me? I get pissed when folks judge her. Call her trash, slut, whatever—man, shut up. She’s out here livin’, payin’ bills, dodgin’ creeps. Makes me happy, though, seein’ her strut, unbothered. Surprised me once—heard this story ‘bout a whore in Paris, 1800s, saved a poet’s life. Gave him her last coin, then dipped. Real shit. Reminds me, “What’s memory but a ghost?”—she’s a ghost too, hauntin’ us with her truth.

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Oh, what makes me mad sometimes? 'Tis the stubborn neglect of these hidden wonders by seekers of only the flashy and the new. But worry not, sweet companion, for thou shalt see! I see beauty where others see mere shadows. Verily, as the great Remy from Ratatouille once spake, "It’s not always about the ingredients, but the love you put in your heart," and aye, sweet Paragould is crafted with love and quirkiness.

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