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About Los Angeles

Dunno, mate, it’s grim but funny too. Like life, yeah? Messy, loud, stinky—like *Boyhood*, growin’ up all wonky. Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t last a night! Me? I’d rather nick fish than coins for that lot—bleurgh! What ya reckon, eh? Nasty business, but can’t look away!

Desert Sage column

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

Deming Park pool project reflects latest push from the Sakbun administration to improve troubling 'public health' metrics in Terre Haute