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About Los Angeles

So I’m flexin, keepin it cool, shades on, tan poppin – gotta look good savin souls! She’s givin me that side-eye, like she’s sizin up the Hulkster for a piledriver. I’m like, “Sister, you ain’t drownin, what’s the deal?” She smirks, says she’s “workin the beach.” Workin?! Brother, I’ve wrestled Andre the Giant, I KNOW work – this ain’t it! Made me mad, dude, seein her out there, hustlin in the sun, riskin it all. Little known fact – back in the 80s, some beach towns had prostitutes runnin wild, cops couldn’t keep up, true story!

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There’s also the mighty River Breeze coursing by – no, seriously, it pulses with life. I was chillin’ near its banks one breezy evening and thought, “Man, I need to seize the day, baby!” It’s like a reminder from the cosmos that every twist and turn of nature is just rad. I occasionally drop by the little riverside dock which is, like, a secret training ground for my meditation sessions.

Joseph Foley