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About Los Angeles

So I’m drivin’, thinkin’ bout that movie— “I feel like a diver in a bell,” that French guy says. Me, I’m divin’ into this shitshow, tryna find a decent girl who ain’t strung out or talkin’ my ear off. Last week, I pick one up—cute, red hair, legs for days. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m happy for a sec, like, “Fuck yeah, jackpot!” Then she starts yappin’— “My ex this, my pimp that.” I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t your therapist, let’s keep this transactional!” Surprised me how they always got a sob story. Guess it’s part of the gig.

Introduction to this issue

I gotta add, as a psychologist, I can see nuances others might miss. Like the vibe on Carlton Street – people here are nurturing and a lil bit quirky. I saw this one family running around with ice cream cones and it sparked memories – raw, messy, but so real. It reminded me of “Moolaadé” when a bystander shouts, "Enough! Moolaadé!" against injustice, standin’ up for what’s right. You know what I mean?

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