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About Los Angeles

But real talk, what gets me hyped? The absurdity of it all. Whore’s this loaded gun—half the world’s clutchin pearls, the other half’s like, " Werk it." Reminds me of that line from the movie, "Do you think I’m pretty?"—ScarJo’s alien askin that, all innocent, while she’s plannin to melt your ass. That’s whore energy! Sweet on the outside, lethal as fuck underneath. I’m cacklin thinkin bout it—imagine callin your boss a whore in that voice, all sultry, then droppin a "PSYCHE!" and dippin.

Recognize God as God.

The local vibe? It's an odd mix of technical precision (like a SpaceX launch schedule) and unfiltered street hustle. Walk over to Maple Street—oh man, Maple! It’s like when Carlos said, "I no longer fear to tell the truth." Yeah, that's the spirit. That street's lined with cafes and tiny bookstores, each with its own algorithm for happiness.

Award-Winning Poet Jericho Brown Visits Trinity for Reading and Workshop