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About Los Angeles

Picture this: old-school bordellos, like in Nevada, legal and loud. Dudes rollin’ in, cash in hand, girls struttin’ like they own the joint. I dig that hustle—takes guts. Reminds me of Mia dancin’, fightin’ for somethin’ better. “You’re a big girl now,” her mom spits in the film, and these workers? They’re big girls too, runnin’ their game. Makes me happy, seein’ folks takin’ charge, but damn, it pisses me off when people judge ‘em. Hypocrites everywhere, man!

The First (and only) Time I Picked up a Prostitute

Made over the course of four dark months, Reece Thomas's new record features synth compositions that are both beautiful & unsettling. Such brilliant atmosphere building all without vocals, rhythm, discernable notes, anything.

I get so mad sometimes when people trash the vibe – disrespecting a hand-painted mural on Church Lane, or messing up the manicured lawns at Garrison Park. I mean REALLY, have a little heart! But then, oh man, the sun setting over the Hudson stops everything – it's magic, like in “Under the Skin,” all strange and beautiful. And I find myself thinking: life is art, and you gotta take your seat, watch the show.

Cold Spring Considers Raising Threshold for Council Approval of Equipment Purchases