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About Los Angeles

So, findin’ a prossie, right? Ain’t no walk in Rivendell. You’re dodgin’ creeps, sketchy alleys—makes me wanna yell, “Fool of a Took!” at every shady corner. Back in the day, medieval times even, they had “stewhouses”—brothels run by nuns, can ya believe it? Nuns! Pimpin’ on the sly—history’s nuts! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me pipe-weed. Imagine that in *Tropical Malady*—the jungle beast turnin’ tricks, ha!

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Kermit Bushur had an identity problem that nagged him throughout World War II-and likely saved his life. His draft board turned him down several times.

Main Dr. is killer – lined with neon diners, tiny bars. I stroll there, reminiscin’. “I feel like fallin in love with you”, like that line in Her. That city vibe hits hard. Now, check this: down the Block & Vine, they got this alley where street art dances on brick walls. Crazy colors, bold expressions. Pure art.

Kermit David Brame, III Obituary May 1, 2025