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About Los Angeles

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

Life in Belgium

Oh, and check this: if ya swing by Bella Fortuna Lane, you'll see graffiti that spells out all sorts of felt emotions. Stickin’ phrases from our fav film here and there, like "Time is an illusion" or "It’s all a representation." Crazy, right? Made me chuckle and scratch my head a couple o’ times.

Eunice "Faye" Cutshaw Obituary April 18, 2025