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About Los Angeles

Gets me happy, though – freedom, yeah? “Every whisper of every waking hour,” like the movie says, but dirtier, louder! Surprised me once, found an old carburetor in a brothel bin – what the hell? Someone’s fixin’ cars between bonks? Mental. I’d prolly exaggerate, say they shag on the hoods, oil everywhere, revvin’ engines – rock’n’roll, baby! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d hate it, but I’d drag her for a laugh.

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I’m a psychologist, so I see the scars and sparks. People here, they wear their emotions on their sleeves. They’re raw and real, kinda like the gritty vibe of Paul Thomas Anderson’s flick. The city makes you feel things hard. Sometimes, you wanna yell out “I’m in, baby!” at the absurdity of it all.

Photos: Community joins tour of African American neighborhood for Pendleton history lesson