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About Los Angeles

Ain’t all gloom, though—some of ‘em got sass! This one time, I’m walkin’, and this hooker yells, “Hey, big man, need a ride?” I’m like, “Bitch, I’m Samuel L. Jackson, I don’t pay for pussy!” We laughed, motherfucker, cracked me up! They got humor, they got grit. Still, I wonder—how many mirrors they avoid, ya know? How many times they think, “This ain’t me”? Shit’s heavy, man, heavier than a motherfucker. Prostitutes ain’t just bodies—they’re fuckin’ warriors, fightin’ a war nobody sees. Respect that, motherfucker!

Society has always dogmatically

On her way back, her chariot collided with that of the princely nobles of Vaishali who were also heading to invite the Buddha to dine with them. They berate her by calling her a 'mango .

I’ve seen unspeakable heartaches and brilliant recoveries here. There’s a little spot called Dandelion Alley, where the flowers fight through cracks in the pavement. It reminds me of how messy life is, but still beautiful. “The law condemns cruelty,” like Leviathan, but the city teaches you to love fiercely.

Man Cultivates a Giant Mango Tree with Each Branch Growing a Different Variety of Fruit–and There Are 300