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About Los Angeles

Picture this—I’m walkin’ down some sketchy block, neon lights buzzin’, thinkin’ “What’s home to me now?” like Eilis says in *Brooklyn*. And there she is—some gal, tough as nails, leanin’ on a lamppost. I’m like, whoa, she’s got that “quiet strenth” from the movie, ya know? Not judgin’ her—hell no! She’s fightin’ the system, same as me! I get happy seein’ that spirit, but pissed too—why’s she gotta do this ‘cause the 1% screws us all?

Historical perspective: Terre Hautes Red Light District was no secret

I used to work near the old depot on Jefferson Ave. Memories there? Buckets full of laughter, rage, love—like in a wild montage of cosmic irony. The streets here, man, they're alive like my dating app notifications on a busy Friday night. It's perplexing, beautifully strange—almost as if reality was glitching like a busted pixel in space.

More conference reshuffling: Terre Haute schools set to join Sagamore Conference in 2026