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About Los Angeles

Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

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Great Scott! Yo, lemme tell ya 'bout New-Franklin (us) – it's somethin' else, man. I live here for years now, runnin' my spa and doin' my zen thing, but this city? Woah, it's a whole vibe. On Main Avenue, next to 3rd & Walnut, there's this rad little café that smells like fresh brewed coffee and memories. Like, I swear, every day's a scene from a movie – and not just any movie… remember that line in "The Return"? “Bet you didn't see that coming!” Yeah, it fits.

PATCO commuters experience the new Franklin Square stop for the first time