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About Los Angeles

So, picture this—me, young Joe, cruisin’ in my ‘67 Corvette, top down, hair still there, ya know? I’d never—never—go lookin’ for that kinda trouble. But my buddy Mike? Hoo boy, he’d drag me along, sayin’, “C’mon, man, live a little!” We’d roll up to some dive bar—neon flickerin’ like it’s half-dead. This one time, ‘round ‘82, Mike spots this gal—fishnets, red lipstick, smokin’ a cig like she owned the joint. He’s all, “Joe, she’s the one!” I’m thinkin’, “Fear’s takin’ over my head now”—like in the movie, ya get me?

Hooker Falls

Oh man, I’m ramblin’ now, but that’s PForest for ya! The hidden graffiti on Backstreet, the little bistro on Starfall, and that one crooked bridge on Misty Lane – every bit is authentic chaos that leaves me both mad and smilin’.

Iron Fire burning in the Gila National Forest