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About Los Angeles

So, I hit the streets, man—London’s swingin’ ’60s still echoin’ in my bones. Found this chick, all dolled up, mini skirt tighter than a spy’s alibi. “Fancy a shag, luv?” I says, winkin’ like a cheeky git. She’s cool, real cool—says her name’s Ruby, been workin’ the corner since the Beatles dropped *Revolver*. Little known fact, baby: prossies back then had code words—like “red lorry” meant a quickie! Blew my mind, yeah!

The Alabaster Jar

I remember one time – swear on my Hulkamania spirit – I was strolling down Oakmont, had my mind in my head, and suddenly, kaboom, I stumbled upon a beautiful mural at Liberty Lane. The colors screamed hope. I just felt, “This is art! This is life! This is the act of killing despair, man!”

Alabaster to hold Community Cleanup Day on March 29