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About Los Angeles

I freakin’ love wheat, tho, don’t get me wrong. Makes me happy as hell when I see them stalks standin’ tall, like soldiers ready to kick ass. Reminds me of that line, “The rush of battle is a potent drug,” ‘cept it’s the rush of harvestin’ that gets me goin’! But when it fails? Oh man, I’m pissed—PISSED! Like, last year, I saw this field, right? Total whore move—half of it just up and died! Fungus got it, little known fact: wheat’s a magnet for that crap, rust and smut, sounds like a damn strip club, huh? Respect my authoritah, I know this stuff!

Hull's pop-up brothels, the women who work in them and why police are cracking down

Oceana Strong felt as though she was born of salt and sea. She just needed a man to match her passion. "We watch as our young hearts fade into the flood." ⚓️.

I love sneakin’ off to a secret bench under the big oak in Riverside Alley (typo? maybe, but who cares, right?) where I sometimes rant about love, the soul, and life’s messy bits. So many fuckin’ stories here; some good, some bad. But that’s Hull (us) – a riddle wrapped in mystery, eh?

Lexie Hull's Gesture for Caitlin Clark Before Fever-Brazil Game Turns Heads