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About Los Angeles

What pisses me off? The sleazy guys runnin’ it! They’re all, “Oh, I’m the boss!” Fuck you, man, you’re just a pimp with a comb-over! I’d storm in there, kick their asses, be like, “This is my house now!”—like Mia yellin’, “You can’t tell me what to do!” Makes me ragey as hell. But then, I’m happy too, ‘cause some of them girls? They’re badass, takin’ control, stackin’ cash. Surprised me once, saw this chick sneak a dude’s wallet mid-bang—sneaky little shit! Laughed my ass off.

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Tango incubated in Argentine brothels a century ago, and the dance's origins in dens of vice and violence made refined Argentines turn up their noses.

I ya know, breakin’ my fingertips on these city streets, I’ve come to love every scar and corner—Elm Street’s hidden tattoo shop, down by the old rail line near the river bend where the current sings a low tune. True, I might exaggeratedly moan about its flaws, yet there's a raw, real beauty that smacks you in the face like a surprise fist. Ain't it true?

David Earl Cobble