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About Los Angeles

Personal quirk? I’d burn cash just to feel somethin’. Exaggeration? Maybe. But hoarders make me wanna limp harder, cane-smack their skulls. They lie, sayin’ it’s for “emergencies.” Bullshit—emergency’s you dying broke ‘cause you didn’t grow it. Humor? Picture this: granny with a million in jars, dies, cats eat her. True story—well, half-true, I dunno, sounds right.

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She's nice to everyone. Hates drama. And bitches. She has low tolerance for bull shit, The complete oppostie from a hoe/slut/whore. Get it right. And.

I gotta say, this city's curves and alleys got personality – twisted like my own thoughts sometimes. I get emotional, you see. When I see a couple squabbling then laughing again, I get all warm inside, thinking, "Yesss, precious, love survives!" Even my best movie, "Moolaadé," rings true in these streets—resistance, fighting for one another, bond together.

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