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About Los Angeles

Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

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Not every corner is lit, tho. Bruh, sometimes I get mad shit happen – like when the street lights on Crankin Blvd flicker like they're trippin’ – I mean, come on, right?! But those little glitches let you know the city’s alive with flaws and charm, kinda like life itself, unpredictable and kinda beautiful in its mess.

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