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About Los Angeles

Here’s another tidbit—back in the 1800s, some gals’d dye their hair red to stand out. Red light district, get it? This chick’s hair was black as tar, but she had that fire. I’m ramblin now, but point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just point A to point B. It’s a damn adventure—messy, loud, and full o’ curveballs. “You’re livin it, man!” like Russell’d say. And I did—lived it, laughed it, damn near cried it.

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Did I mention some parts drive me nuts? Traffic on 7th gets silly. People rush without noticing the beauty of a neon sign on Baker’s—like, seriously, soak it in, dude! And sometimes I get lost in thought by the old library on Quest Street. The weather, the vibe, it’s all like fragmented dreams—a cinematic pause, an echo from that famous movie.

Shooting at HEB leaves parents from nearby schools concerned with lack of communication from police