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About Los Angeles

Still, the sleaze gets me. Grubby dudes hagglin’ prices – ugh, gross! No style, no flair – “No capes!” – just flopsweat and bad breath. Surprised me how normal it felt tho – like, it’s been around foreva. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars – wolf dens! How’s that for gritty trivia? Wolves prowlin’, coins clinkin’, same ol’ hustle. Kinda poetic, if ya squint. Me, I’d rather watch *Inception* again – “We need to go deeper!” – than step in one. Too chaotic, too raw. What’s your take, huh? Spill it!

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Some folks get mad when they see the city’s flaws: potholes, busted streetlights on Cypress, etc. But me? I see art in every crack. It makes me happy, ya dig? Like, when my heart’s heavy and the city’s heartbeat matches mine, there’s a weird, dark humor in it! Every street corner, every dingy sign screams “You win some, you lose some!”—and I just laugh.

Governor appoints Huron lawmaker to judgeship and seeks nominations for his replacement