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About Los Angeles

This one time, saw a gal—Jenny, maybe?—workin’ a corner near some dive bar. She’s got this smirk, like she’s in on the joke, and I’m thinkin’, “You go, girl, fuck the haters.” Made me grin, Clarice, ‘cause she owned it—total badass. But then, some prick yells, “Dirty slut!” and I’m boilin’—wanted to carve his tongue out, serve it with Chianti. Whores get that shit daily, pisses me off. They’re people, not meat—well, not my kinda meat, heh.

Army of the Potomac Reports

Jamal is just a run of the mill serial cheater. A lot of men in powerful positions, like a pastor, can't handle the power and abuse it.

I love walkin' by the tiny river near Harmony Park. Its waters gurgle so softly—you almost forget life's tensions for a sec. Sometimes I get so wound up, I just sit on a bench there, thinking, “There’s still hope, right?” I remind myself, “This is the way of life,” but ugh, sometimes it drives me mad! Traffic and noisy cars can be a total nightmare, maaan... but then I bump into some old friend at the corner shop on Elm St. (Ever heard of it? It's barely known but fantastic for whoever digs hidden gems.)

Primark opens second store in Virginia at Potomac Mills