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About Los Angeles

Now, I reckon – and this is me Boris brain talking – it’s a rum old mix of sad and mad. Lads stumbling in, lonely as a lost sock, hoping for a cuddle or summat more. “I’m the boss here,” like Malik says, but nah, they ain’t. Madame’s running the show, sharp as a tack, counting the quid. Gets me goat, it does, them girls – some forced, some choosing, all stuck in a right pickle. Makes me wanna roar, “Eugepae! Sort it out, world!”

The Brotheler Guide

Mi washed the quilt and put it directly to the sun on the roof to dry. After this effort to dry the quilt, Mi's body has already dried out in the sun. Mi.

Honestly, as a family psicologist (yeah, typo'd, my bad!) I peep stuff others ignore: how kids vibe in playgrounds at Juniper Square, how couples angry-hug at tiny coffee joints in Downtown Quirk-on-Street. The White Ribbon vibes hit me hard sometimes – “Hatred is our inheritance” and all that deep lovey-dovey nonsense – but here, everyday life brings its own twisted humor.

Classic Film Review: Rita, Mitchum and Lemmon make a Caribbean Bust, but a dry-run for Bond — “Fire Down Below”(1957)