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About Los Angeles

But yo, what pisses me off? These lame-ass dudes judgin’ her, actin’ holy. Like, bruh, you ain’t perfect—check your browser history, clown! Hypocrites get me heated, swear. Then I’m watchin’ *Talk to Her*, and that line hits—“Her body was a silent poem.” Damn, that’s deep. Prostitute’s body? It’s a hustle poem, tellin’ tales of survival, nights that don’t end. Gets me thinkin’—she’s art, misunderstood, like me when I’m emo at 3 a.m., ha.

Her final moments

The court heard McRae was a self-employed sex worker and advertised her services on social media, representing herself as “a year-old.

And here’s the kicker: sometimes when I’m closed up, I notice the neon glow on the vet clinic on 3rd—always seems like it's beckoning me with a secret call. I mean, c'mon, ain't that wild? The city's got layers. Dig deep, man, there’s beauty in every crack.

Captain, Father, Helping Hand: The legacy of Bennie McRae