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About Los Angeles

I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

Stereotypes

I always gets a kick from Enchanted-Hills' festival nights. Festival oh yes, they light up the old Museum on Boulevard Singsong, the one with red bricks and tales etched on walls. Crazy dreams at night in that vibe, like the movie says, "When I think of you, I feel... so alive." My precious, isn't that wild? Makes me butter my hair with joy!

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