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About Los Angeles

So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

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Thou shalt not leave without a stroll near Riverside Quay. There, the old rail tracks echo tales of bygone times. I, with a heart full of dreams, would oft dare to imagineth scenes akin to the wistful drama of Wong Kar-wai’s vision: “I wonder, do you feel the same?” Aye, even in our jumbled, chaotic urban ballet, whispered secrets unite kindred souls.

Shiprock to have first chapter meeting in the new year