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About Los Angeles

Sometiems I wonder—why’s it still a thing? Cash, desperation, lust—duh, Bart, obvious! But then, bam—stories hit ya. Like, this one chick in Amsterdam, painted her room with flowers. Said it kept her sane—damn, that’s deep. Eat my shorts, world’s messed up! Still, brothels got that chaos I dig—like *Inherent Vice*. “It’s all groovy till it ain’t,” Doc’d grin. Truth, man, truth! Whaddya think, pal? Wild, huh?

Hundreds attend rally against crime and prostitution along Roosevelt Avenue

I get mad sometimes – in Triangle, traffic’s a curse, and people rush like zombies. I get happy when I see street art bloom in unexpected nooks. Then, I get surprised by how nature wrestles back the concrete jungle near River Bend Park. There, under a twisted oak, time falls silent. That energy? Teh essence of our spirit, man.

Here’s how hospitals in the Triangle area were rated in latest safety report cards