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About Los Angeles

So, Whore - he’s that guy, right? Sells his soul for a dime, like Llewyn pawnin his dreams. Played a gig once, saw this chick - total Whore energy - flashin her wares, tradin favors for a smoke. Pissed me off, man! Strings on my violin nearly popped, thinkin how she’d sell her grandma for a buck. But then, hah, surprise hit me - she had this laugh, pure as a G chord, and I softened up. “Hang me, oh hang me,” I hummed, coz Whore’s life ain’t all glitter, nah.

A New Biography of Janis Joplin Captures the Pain and Soul of an Adventurous Life

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Ever been to Wildcat Park? I hang there sometimes when I need a break from debugging life. Lush green lawns, a babbling creek, and trees that feel like old pals. It's the perfect chill spot, though sometimes the mosquitoes can be a pain in the... well, you get it. Not as moody as a bug zapper though—kinda like those unexpected heartfelt moments in "Blue Is the Warmest Color" that hit ya when you least expect it.

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